Started laptop, made a cuppa, Grape-nut Flakes and took medications.
Worked on preparing Woes 24, graphic creating was a problem, due to the high memory needed.
Went up and did me ablutions (No blood, very little pain, looking good).
Mansfield Road on me walk into town.
About 1215hrs, set off on me walk into town. Nice weather.
I called in the launderette to see Mandy as I passed. Well, she idolises me yer know… (Well she spoke to me anyway.)
I went into Tesco to get me wholemeal wraps.
Took this photograph from the bus as we passed me hospital. (Yer can see me camera reflection… all planned of course. [Ahem])Caught bus to Derby. Fed the pigeons, quick walk around, then caught bus to Mansfield. (Gawd bless the free bus pass!)
At Mansfield, I had a walk around the market.
Then nipped into B and M stores, got some curried beans on offer at 3 for a quid, and some porridge pots at 39p each. (By gum I live well!)
Mansfield – Arghh!
Noticed a new Mobility Scooter shop had opened (Or it has always been there but Inchcock didn’t notice?)
Started to get a bit dark, rain threatening.
Caught the bus back to Carrington and the hovel. Traffic very bad and slow, driver thought there must have been an accident somewhere in the road-works.
Mansfield – Gerrin dark now!
Just before I alighted the bus, the heavens opened.
A very soaked Inchcock got in about 1750hrs.
Started the laptop, made a cuppa (Thompson’s excellent strong brew), and started sneezing a lot?
Updated this tosh.
Made a second cuppa, and dropped the milk while doing so. Tsk!
Inchcock gets Soaked!
Noticed letter had been delivered (No I don’t know why I didn’t notice it before) Got to make appointment to go see the GP? Dang dang dang dang… what now methinks!)
I’ll nip there in the morning… oh that’ll be Saturday… do they open then? I’ll go Monday.
Sorry this issue of Inchcock Today is a bit bland, but even I can’t be having disasters every day… can I?
Mobility Scooter – Light Blue TGA Breeze 4 Ultimate
Dear Driver of Light Blue TGA Breeze 4 Ultimate Mobility Scooter,
I would like to offer some advice/tips suggestions, for you, if you are the owner of the Light Blue TGA Breeze 4 Ultimate Mobility Scooter driving in Victoria shopping centre; that I unthinkingly attacked as it ran over me last week.
During a shopping expedition, I was stood, carrier bags by my side, resting my arthritic knee, and coping with the sternum pains from my cardiac operation, leant on my walking stick – and was knobbled from behind by the driver and this mobility scooter referred to above.
As I fell to the floor, and my walking stick broke, I took the route via the nearby pillar, to the floor, assaulting it with my head.
The head wound seemed worse than it really was, as I lost a lot of blood due to the anticoagulation tablets I’m on, and took a while to stem the flow.
Just in case you might have been concerned.
A nearby lady shouted after you, the formula one inspired driver, with an “Ooi!”
Your verbal answer was just one word, descriptive of the male collective reproductive organs, beginning with a ‘B’.
I thought that was out of order under the circumstances.
You naughty man!
I would like to offer you some Mobility Scooter driving lessons (I know, they are not required by law!), I would be more than willing to give you some myself at no cost to you (Mr Button senior?)
In my younger days I was an instructor with the Star Motorbike Driver Training School, in Nottingham, so feel sure I could put you in the right direction, for you to become less of an arsehole and danger to other pedestrians and drivers.
If you would like to meet with me, let me know. I’d really like to meet with you again.
Inchcock is going (Hopefully) to visit his Sister Jane and Brother-in-law Pete today. As you can see, Pete is not a fan of shavers, razors or Gillette at all. Inchcock is excited about his trip out, and looking forward to it with great enthusiasm and trepidation. The ‘Trepidation’ comes via his dream last night about wild mobility scooters on the rampage, and his excruciatingly agonising harrowing death at the hands of one of them!
1600hrs Tuesday11th August
Yobs on street. WC. Moved upstairs, read book, watched DVD, and had nibbles.
Wednesday 13th August:
More bad dreams. Up at 0500hrs. WC.
Started the laptop. Had breakfast (Medications) and a cuppa.
Blogged and emailed for a while.
Arthur Itis, angina and lower regions not feeling too bad at the moment. The reflux valve a bit bothersome like.
WC, glad to report all well in this activity this morning – No blood, No pain.
Updated this load of true baloney.
Got ready and set out to go to Jane’s house. Very busy in city centre. Caught 2nd bus out, and had a natter with Jane and Pete.
Said I was wanting to take their photo, but I lost the plot and forgot to take it. Tsk!
Caught bus back after an hour or so, and had a walk around town, then caught bus to Derby. I had a poddle about in the Eagle Centre Market. Noticed there wus a lot lot Disabled Scooter folk about – and today they were in twos!
Folk didn’t seem too happy today, but then there were plenty of yobs around acting in an intimidating fashion.
Fed the pigeons, avoiding the skateboarders belting around – bloody school holidays!
Caught bus back to Nottingham, then bus to the hovel.
Would you believe it, straight outside the house, 6 yobs swearing threatening and kicking a football about.
I brought me laptop up to the bathroom, where I’m doing this.
Didn’t want to call the police, as last time when I did, the clot of a Constable came straight to the house and knocked on the door, while they were looking – so they knew who called em. The next day I was attacked as I went out for a walk to the chemist. I didn’t see the youths as they came from behind, but I reckon it was them.
I’d spotted a job for an American Delivery Company just starting up in Stapleford, Nottinghamshire, England, for Telephone Advisor’s. The money on offer was fenomon… phunomin.. very good.
I contacted the number given, and it was arranged for me to go on a three day assessment course, where the successful candidates would be forwarded for an actual interview.
I genned up as much as possible on the requirements for the job, and then on the day, went to the training centre where it was held on Stoney Street, and joined about 18 other hopeful applicants.
It was explained to us that the first day would be filling in forms about ourselves in great detail, and answering personal questions. The second day would be an IQ test in general. The third day, would be a language test, followed by a break, and then we would each be called into an office to be given the results, along with a computer generated ‘Personal report’, that we could use in any future job applications if we failed this one.
The IQ test, demanded an answer to each of the 200 questions. Which in my case was a little difficult as I didn’t understand half of the questions.
Still I stumble through it as best I could. After which I realised I would not be being picked to go through to the interview stage.
The second day’s test, demanded that we only answer the questions we were sure we knew the answer to. This didn’t take me long at all; I think I only knew about 20% of them, if that.
The third day we all filled in the personal answers required, and I managed to convince myself that my smattering of German might be enough, then we were sent out to have a meal, to return for our assessments in two hours.
We duly sat waiting, some nervously, awaiting our names to be called summoning us into the office. I was not concerned in the least bit: I knew for certain I’d failed.
I was the last one to be called into the office. The two chaps and one lady behind the desk were Americans, and seemed very nice and chatty.
They asked if I minded some of the (company name) bosses coming in to see me. I replied “No not at all, why please?”
The chap said that part of the (company name) policy, was to carry out an EQ level test on all applicants, they have been doing it in America for years, this was the first time it had been applied in the UK, and I was the highest level of EQ ever recorded.
Some people came in and shook my hand as if I had just won something. Then smiled and left?
Part of the Assessment report was recommended career paths for me. The top one was as a Police Officer? I’d have thought that whoever created that career might have noticed I was only 5’3″ tall to start with!
So I left the premises a might confused… no job advancement, lowest IQ test level result, highest EQ level result, and with congratulation ringing in my ear from the company bosses?
We’re a bit worried about Inchy today folks. He seems in a reasonable mood. Never mind, something is bound to bring him back down to earth with a bump. Talking of bumps, he had the one near his.. on his.. the one that appeared last month. The clinic surgically removed it last week, but he didn’t tell you about it because he was a bit embarrassed do you see. Well… the last few days really, nowt exciting enough to write about yer see…
Saturday 9th August
Oh, dear, WC visits throughout the night.
Woke up 0510hrs with cramps and fears from the nightmares I’d had..
Trundled down and put laptop on, then kettle on, then made cuppa and porridge, then took me medications… then waited for the laptop to finish booting up! Oh dear, I’m lost without me internet yer know.
Had to reboot laptop again, to get the internet going and letting me load wordpress with top bar on screen. By now, me cuppa and porridge were cold, so made another brew… While pouring it out, I had a dizzy spell, and managed to pour boiling water over me fingers. Applied water then olive oil to the tender red patches on me digits… oh, I think I swore a bit as well.
Posted Inchcock Today’s, then worked on graphics for another post.
Spent the whole day internetting on blogs and making graphics, it were grand it were.
Come early evening, I was drained mentally. (Poor old devil/thing).
Sunday 10th August
Up at 0430hrs. WC.
Laptop booted, kettle on, medications taken, WC, bowl of Grape-nut Flakes… then waited a further few minutes for the laptop to finish loading. I’m gerrin’ worried the old gal is about to conk-out… oh, lost without me internet yer know. Mind you, I might beat her to it yet.
Storms, rain and hibernation wus the order of things today.
Got no-end of blogging done again.
Monday 11th August
Up at 0400hrs, WC. (Bit of blood) A new twinge today to join me compilation of complications – stomach ache (Not the ulcer or reflux valve this time).
Laptop started.
WC visit, had to change me bandage.
Down, made a cuppa and took me medications.
Finally got me graphics finished for me ‘Inchcock’s Tips/Advice for those Approaching Old Age’ post, by gum it took ages.
I’ve been having a few more dizzy spells recently, and last night, I forgot to take me medications – this morning, no dizzies at all? Perhaps this is indicationistcal that one of me night medications might have been causing the problem – but which one? (See what a keen diagnostic mind I have today?)
Went up and dun me teggies, washed me tootsies, had a good shave, washed me horrendous torso, applied me Dermatological cream in the require places, changed me bandage, applied me ear-hole spray and took me midday medications.
Another cuppa, and I set off for the hospital. Got the bus today to town, then out to the QMC.
I wus seen to quickly, and out in half an hour or so. (No prodding or groping today – Drat!)
It wus piss.. pouring down when I got out, so instead of walking to town, I caught the bus there.
I remembered I wanted to have a look in the library for a book what Antony Beever had used for reference hen he wrote ‘Stalingrad’.
It was called ‘They Never Came Back’ by Siegfried Muhler. I hobbled up three flights of stairs and asked at the desk. The nice lady eventually told me it might be out of print. I should try a book store. So I did.
First I limped to Wesley Owen Books & Music, on Castle Gate. No luck.
Then to Waterstone’s on Bridlesmith Gate. They think it’s out of print.
Then WHSmith in Victoria Centre. No luck.
Along I staggered to Mary & Tony’s Books also in Victoria Centre – the nice lady there said she may be able to get me a copy in Romanian if I wanted?
I gave up.
Pottered around the City Centre a bit, and took a photo of the Council House – and very nearly copped it again with a Disabled Scooter nearly hitting me as I took the photo! Tsk!
Then into Tesco and got some Wholemeal bread wraps and a pack of Hunter’s sausage, and Torunska sauage. Then, after I’d paid the very weary looking chap on the checkout for them, I remembered I’d ordered a pack of Silesian sausage for delivery from Morrison’s. Well, at least I won’t have to buy any meat for the rest of the week, or even longer.
I wandered gingerly up to the bus stop, and caught the bus back to the hovel.
As I dropped off the bus, I remembered I’d not made an appointment for next week with the hospital. Ah well, it’ll give me run out another day.
I got in.
Got the laptop on, and updated this tosh.
I did some graphics in readiness for later blogs.
Went up and changed me shoes fer me slippers – the stubbed me toes on the way down stairs.
Juan Inchcock, our 68 year old Nottingham correspondent and unemployed Gas Street lamp wick trimmer, found himself housebound the today.
Partly due to his arthritis, angina, losing his free-bus-pass and walking stick, the flapping holed sole of his right shoe, and the lousy wet weather.
He was straining a thrice-used Asda Smartprice tea bag, when he thought about what he might be missing on his cancelled wonderful walks through his beloved Nottingham.
He takes up the story… no hang on, he’ll take up the story when he returns from the loo.
(Whistle whistle…)
Ah here he comes….
Inchcock explains all
I feel rather sad really, realising the many things I had come to expect to see and enjoy on my daily hobble into Nottingham and by bus-ride back home again.
The things I miss most
* The skills I’ve acquired over the years in avoiding the dog phoo and broken bottles on the way to the main road.
* Checking for the gangs of yobs, and taking a different route.
* The skilful way I avoid the stones thrown at me, and ignore having my parentage questioned by the little mites in the playground as I pass the Junior school.
* Passing the many Pay-Day loan outlets is a bit depressing though. Not often I see any customers in them, but they always seem to be someone smoking, with a pram with toddler and beer cans in it, and a few kids with them. The kids are usually trying their best to destroy the furniture in the office.
* The pleasure of guessing to myself, where the next road blocked off while the police investigate the murder, stabbing, or fire-bombing that took place the previous night will be situated.
* Using my vast experience and skills in spotting and avoiding the beggars, Big Issue sellers, and pickpockets as I approach the city centre.
* Observing the playful way in which the shoplifters are occasionally removed from the stores into the police vehicles.
* Popping into the 99p store to be short-changed, sneered at and overcharged, I have to appreciate their consistency.
* Moving along to the Pound shop and getting out without physical injury is very rewarding – reminds me of jumble sales in the 1960’s.
* The St Peter’s Church area. Where one can find Jehovah’s witnesses, Muslims’ and of odd Christian spouting their beliefs.
* The clever way in which I take the routes less likely to be shat on by the pigeons, not always successfully I admit… all this experience is invaluable.
* To stand and watch Himmler, the parking attendant, with his chest out, and weighed down with all his pouches, machines, and tackle around his midriff, strutting up and down Mansfield Road, as he totally ignores cars parked on the pavement, and in the disabled bay. I often wondered if his ticket machine actually works, I’ve never seen him use it yet this year (or last year come to that!).
* The lunchtime drunks falling out of the pubs can be entertaining too.
* I often wonder if I am the only person to see the drug dealing going on in the city library and McDonald’s.
* Avoiding the gangs of lager swilling pot smoking scary looking gentlemen who gather outside of the three benefit offices in the city centre is an essential part of surviving a walk through town. But I have to take care not to trip over any of empty strong lager cans.
* The gentle whiff of rotting decay rising from the canal, as the ducks try to navigate around the shopping trolleys, condoms, empty cider bottles, and bicycles to get to the bread I’ve thrown in for them is always worth a look.
* The constant melodious sound of intruder alarms, car, and emergency vehicle sirens and klaxon’s, mingle with voices and curses of people being arrested, the children swearing, and the many different languages being spoken, all blend together to create a distinctively Nottingham sound that should be appreciated.
* A quick check on the many Charity shops – but they cannot help me!
* I might pop into the Arboretum to feed the ducks, get mugged, on my way to a meeting with my financial advisor (Social Security Benefits Office).
* An essential part of my strolls through the City Centre is to count the many and ever increasing number of retail premises closed down, for sale, lease, or rent. I do a report each month for the Outer Peruvian Pregnant Kangaroo Appreciation Society’s newsletter, although they have never printed one yet.
* I’ll often stand outside Starbucks, Caffe Nero or Costa Coffee, and sniff in the aroma, watching the people inside who can afford £2.99 for a cup of the horrible stuff.
* The pleasant group of youths who congregate in the slab square near the fountains are worth a watch while I rest me weary feet and legs and eat me seaweed. I think the one with four ear-rings, a nose ring, smudged tattoos on his neck and green dyed hair is the best of them at seeing hoe far they can spit into the paddling pool area.
* Having been hit four times my Mobility Scooters (Or the people supposedly driving them) I am on tenterhooks when in the city centre. So I have to try and keep an eye out for them while trying to keep me balance walking, and watching for potential muggers. (I’ve been mugged twice as well).
In the old days it was easier to get another job, but all I could manage was to become a night security guard for a local company…. on £3.10 ($4.79) an hour!
The main hall, and Pitch and Putt area
I was posted to the Co-op College, Stanford Hall, out in the country at Rempstone, on 13 hours night shifts, and a 15 mile trip each way.
The theatre
The place was massive, duties included, patrolling all 11 buildings, restaurant, pub, archives, library, stores, computer room, reception, cash takings security, drunks, car parking, games rooms, tennis courts, golf course, the Lido, the four residential blocks (including the 244 students regular studebts), the tutors quarters, the 18 classrooms, issuing tennis and golf gear for hire, the Roman gardens, the central heating for the main block, and greeting visitors and taking them in the restaurant to serve salads to them, before guiding them to their rooms and carrying their luggage for them, manning the phones, responding to calls for assistance form pupils, tutors, bar staff, and visitors, the local police ARV vehicle, key control (there were over a thousand keys on site), the hundreds of windows on site, different timed lock-ups unlocks, setting unsetting alarms, unlocks, escorting bar staff to and from the safe with the cash, keeping drunks in order, somehow finding time for recorded patrols and responding to calls for help etc etc!
Looking back, I do not know how I managed it… but this particular night, the ‘Night of the Storms’, was a particularly horrendous night!
Main areas of concern
1720hrs: The lightning and rain started pelting down as I drove up the main drive to the reception, to start work at 1800hrs…
As soon as the staff had shown me the keys for the night’s visitors due, and they shot off during a break in the rain.
Then it started: The first power cut!
Now this was new to me, and I knew the first thing I had to check was the Police Armed Response Vehicle garage, conveniently located at the far West end of the compound, this I did, and returned to inform the police that all was safe with it – then I rang the caretaker, to find out how to reset the boiler, all the time having to fend off enquiries from bar staff, drinkers, students, and tutors about the power cut!
I got my torch, and went into the boiler room, luckily the instructions given me by the caretaker, sat at home watching the Morecombe and Wise show, were clear, and in about five minutes, I’d reset the boiler. After I stumbled about a bit the torch packed up. Grazed chins and a bruised head were acquired within minutes of entering the boiler room.
Back to base (reception area), to find all the flaming alarms were going off – 14 All of them I say!
It took ages, but finally I managed to get them all reset, not without a certain degree of frustration and cursing.
Then the guests arrived, and I fed them, and guided them to their rooms, they were Bulgarian, but somehow I got my messages across.
Then, I thought, ah, I’ll put the kettle on, and get me first patrol in… ‘Oh no!’ The second power cut took place!
This time I was a bit more knowledgeable as to the procedure, and went through it all again.
Then I got calls from students who were locked in the computer room, and archive rooms due to the alarm affecting the locks! So I had to go and release them, and reset the code access controls on the door.
When the bar closed, I escorted the barman with his cash to the safe, and we deposited it safely. Then I went around locking up the library, computer room, archive room, games rooms, Tutors quarters, etc.
By 1100hrs, the staff had all gone, and I hoped things would settle down a bit.
Incident Report Sheets galore that night – oh dear…
I took the opportunity to start filling in my incident report sheets – then the third power cut struck!
It was getting hectic now, students wanting to know what was going on, stopping me, phoning me, they even rang the company (For obvious reasons I can’t mention their name here Scan Security) to say they couldn’t find me for help. The night manager contacted me on the RT. What a night!
This time I had no staff to bother me, so got it sorted relatively quickly… all bar an extra alarm that I could not identify had gone off this time! I had to phone the very unhappy at being woken up caretaker again. It turned out it was a hallway picture alarm, but we could not identify which, so I had the pleasure of going around all the halls and staircases, checking the 60 or so pictures/paintings hanging on the walls, to identify which one it was – during this, the forth power cut hit!
I went through the procedures again and then back to searching for the activated alarm on the painting. I managed to find it, and closed the contacts behind it in the hope that I could now reset it at the panel.
So back down two flights of stairs, through the main hall, back into reception to get the keys to the ‘catering managers office’, where I was informed, the panel was located for this alarm.
It was in a walk-in cupboard. I fetched the required keys; the panel was very high on the wall. I had to use a chair to stand on to reach it, but thankfully, it reset okay.
Back to reception, put away the keys, and back to my incident reports, and yes, you’ve guessed it – another power cut!
This time lightning had hit a tree outside the boiler room door, and partly blocked entry – so very sodden and frustrated, I had to haul it out of the way, but everything reset okay again… then I realised I’d forgotten to inform the Leicestershire constabulary control room that all was safe with the ARV garage… so did so, and got a mouthful for being late with the report.
I swore.
As the staff arrived in the morning, nothing looked any different to them, and I had to take the incident reports home with me to finish filling them out.
While doing this at my home, the phone rang, control had received a message from the Catering Manager at the college. It seems I had left a dirty foot-mark on the chair used while I was accessing the mystery alarm panel, and I was now to receive a written warning!
It might have been dream filled, but the bit of sleep I managed was most welcome after so long without any. A plus here.
Up around 0500hrs. Me first WC visit, but blood from the back passage. A minus levelling me earlier plus there.
I put laptop on. Made cuppa, no breakfast yet, feeling a tad queasy. WC.
Set out to catch up on emails and blogs, to give meself time to get ready later to meet brother-in-law Pete in town. He’s agreed to take some photo’s of me that I can manipulate (manipulate… another word I like, don’t know why though) for later use on the blogs. This saves me repeating too many on posts.
WC. I blogged away to my heart’s content.
Got ready things for my walk to town to meet Pete – put camera in bag first, then nibbles and medications.
Off up to the bathroom for me ablutions, WC and cleansing of the teggies and body. Changed togs and off I went… after a quick visit to the WC.
I started to walk to town, nibbling me seaweed, banana and pecan nuts as I trundled along.
Near the cemetery on Mansfield road, I saw an old Rolls Royce driving towards me. I hastily got out me camera and took a shot of it – well I tried to… but a bus belted past from behind just as I was shooting it and made me jump. The Rolls Royce is located behind the bus on the photo here. Tsk!
I pressed on, and as I got near to the centre of town, I saw an ambulance with its lights flashing. I thought maybe some poor devil had been knocked down. As I drew level with the altercation on the opposite side of the road, I saw two pretend police ‘womanesses’ (CPOs) with the medics, and the bloke who had been mugged was still on the floor? Welcome to Nottingham.
Wandered to where I’d arranged to meet Pete, and there he was.
We had a wander around town, and I tried out some of what I thought were a few punch-lines on him, that I might put in a blog-post. He didn’t laugh. But as we are both a bit on the deaf side… never mind.
We went to the bus station, and Pete took some photo’s I might get me face of for a bit of graphicastionalistical fun with.
Pete gorron his bus home, and I wandered back through town to me bus stop, taking some photos while passing through the city centre.
Being late Friday afternoon, as expected the bus was very full – but no one sat next to me in the spare seat, they stood instead? Mmmm… And I’d put me ‘Brut’ on when I had me wash… Mmmm?
Got in me street, no yobs about thank heavens.
Had several cups of tea, well I made several cups of tea. Most of em went cold cause I was deep in concentration making graphics to use later.
Made me nosh of leftover bits of ham, instant cheese mash and a tin of sweet corn, naturally I had me seaweed with it, followed by an orange lolly.
Not much kip again, but at least I got some in last night.
First job my sixth visit of the night to the WC.
Laptop on, had a cuppa and porridge. Had a great time creating commenting on a few and reading blogs. BT internet only went down a few time this morning.
About 1230hrs did me ablutions, WC, got ready to go and pick up my extra prescription from the GP. WC’d before I left.
Got prescription from the surgery, and set off on a walk (limp) into town.
Walked passed the chemists forgetting to get me medications – I blame the fact that I was noshing a banana.
In town, I caught a bus out to Derby.
I fed the pigeons behind the bus station. Noticed how low the water was, this revealed a new shopping trolley in the Derwent.
Had a hobble around, noticed all the people seemed in a bad mood there.
Walked out and caught bus to Mansfield.
In Mansfield, I realised that the people of Derby, were in fact not in a bad mood. What a depressing place the market there was today. Folk already staggering sloshed out of the pubs, people arguing, oh dearie me.
I bought a crossword book from the arcade, and made my way back to the bus station. I could smell food cooking somewhere, so was forced to investigate in the shop. Boy did I have a job telling her I had bought the crossword book from somewhere else.
Caught the bus back to Carrington, it was busy with passengers by then, and I had the company of a foreign lady on the seat in front speaking non-stop on her mobile, and a deep voiced loud chap on his mobile in the seat behind. Proper headache by the time I got off the bus. Neither stopped talking for over an hour.
I got off the bus as I had cunningly planned, near the chemists. Went in and they dispensed me prescription for me within fifteen minutes as I started me crossword book off.
Good job there was some extra pain-killers, had to take a couple straight away for me headache. Tsk!
Struggled home, knees and feet bad now. Got in, put the kettle on, and then went back out to the chemists to pick up me crossword book.
Back to the hovel again. WC.
Had a Cornish pastie peas and microwave chips – naughty but nice, followed by an orange jelly. I just don’t care yer know!
Took laptop up to do this blog. WC.
Not one of me most exciting days, but at least I got out a bit, must phone Jane again later and try and cheer her up a tad.
No sleep through the night as such, feeling tired and weak.
0500hrs: WC, started laptop, WC, made a cuppa and pot of porridge (added a spot of honey, ah the good life), WC.
Did graphics for this blog, WC, Made another cuppa, Asda delivery arrived 0630 hrs. WC.
Now I can’t get into me Emails? What next… oh, it’s come up now.
I posted blog posts and started writing and graphics for me next one.
Several visits to the WC.
Got meself sorted a bit, still not feeling very great, but managed to get meself around to the doctors to pick up me extra prescriptions. Didn’t actually get there though… I remembered it was Wednesday and not Thursday, the day I was to pick up the prescription.
Wearily back to the hovel.
Visit to the WC.
Saw a policeman on foot on the street when I got back – yes an actual policeman (Well, a CPO) on our street, never been known for ages.
Couldn’t muster up any energy today. Angina playing up too, I feel so tired.
No foodstuff were purchased from Lidl
But I’m eating, boy am I eating. Made some instant mash with onions, added cheese granules, some cooked ham, seaweed, peas, and bread. Followed by two suckers and an ice-cream.
Followed later as I lay there praying for sleep – by bags of Marmite crisps and walnuts.
Visit to the WC.
Drained, I lay there still waiting for sleep, as I listened to the radio, read me book, watched a DVD… oh oh and several visits to the porcelain.
