Got some kip in last night at last – broken up with waking in pain everytime I twisted wrongly or moved – Tsk!
A strange band of cloudless sky on the horizon this morning?
Made a cuppa.
Laptop on and set about doing me posts for the League of Mental Men on Wodpress.
Took me medications.
After a few hours I’d got them done and dusted like.
Then some progress with me trying to learn how to get out of the Windows page on the new laptop! I found a page on Google search that informed me: Press Windows icon + D to exit – it works! Hurrah!
Finished yesterday’s Diary and got that posted.
Did some Facebooking and enjoyed that.
Decided to marinate me beans for later. Tried a slightly different recipe this time:
I hope it comes out alright. I plan to have some bacon and sausage with it – and wholemeal bread of course.
I think the shoulder is starting to get better, as the urge to scratch it is getting harder to resist.
The sore throats getting no better, but the voice is.
Started doing this diary up.
Got a good wash and scrub-up, and left for the surgery, feeding the pigeons en-route.
I arrived and booked missen in with the receptionist lassie.
The nurse came and collected me – she has always reminded me of a Nazi concentration camp leader yer know. (Only joking – honestly)
By the time we’d walked to her surgery, about 20 seconds – she had made me aware that: She is only allowed seven minutes with each patient – I was to hurry and get me things off for her to do me INR test and I must not keep on gaining weight! (Didn’t know I had?)
She talked her way through the procedure and told me to hold the cotton wool on the vein she’d just used to extract a bit of blood from.
As she was inputting things on the computer I bravely told her about the receptionist cancelling me CHD checks and making it for the next day along with me stitches to be taken out appointment.
She gleefully changed all the appointment around and made one pro-tem one for me.
Thursday 18 June – Wound dressings to be checked and changed..
Monday 22 June – Pro-Tem INR checks according to todays results when they come back.
Thursday 18 June – Wound dressing to be checked and redone.
Friday 19 June – Clinic to see if the new cortisone injections are working.
Wednesday 24 June – Wound stitches to come out. Oh joy!
Thursday 2 July – CDH starvation-health checks to be done.
A stiff lecture about not doing anything too physical and I was bundled out of the door. Leaving them a bag of nibbles on me way out.
Wandered down to Lidl and had a look around. Got two lemon cheesecakes, a tin of potatoes and a lemon curd yoghurt.
As I left to walk back, I observed a group of four yobboes lurking near the cut-through again, so I took the long route avoiding contact with them.
Better safe than sorry I thought.
Got in and stirred me marinading beans, WC’d and made a cuppa.
Then got totally lost trying find out why the laptop had started asking for passwords when it started? And also failed to find a way of stopping it doing so. Another two hours wasted. Huh!
Took some stuff out to the bins and regretted doing so when the wound played up.
Put the medical appointment on me Google diary, so they should show up on me windows mobile?
Made me nosh and devoured it!
Sat up to avoid catching me wound to read me book and….
The cramps came on suddenly – Ooooh, argh…. eeck! followed by an elongated earrrrggghhh! when I twisted withpain and caught be wound… ah-well.
Thought about me tasks to get sorted today: Finish yesterdays diary and get it posted (I was just too tired to do it last night), start this diary off, contact the clinic and beg their forgiveness for missing me appointment and make another, contact Steve with update on the Colville housing application… there’s bound to be others.
No one on the street this morning
Cuppa made, and laptop on – email from Guinness saying my application had been forwarded to Chesterfield for consideration.
I’m feeling very heavy eye-lidded this morning. Suppose yesterdays long day of tasks completed didn’t help.
Another cuppa and took me medications.
Can’t get any shredding or sorting done with all these appointments to tend too.
Finished yesterday diary and got it posted. Did some Facebooking.
Had a good bath and scrub-up.
Then off and caught the bus into town, then another out to the QMC treatment centre. Walked round to the back of the compound in into it and up to Cancer treatment section G. Handed in me paperwork and waited until I was called in.
To the waiting room locker and got changed as instructed by the highly intoxicating nurse.
Then taken into the treatment room where they started on removing some of me infected back for analysis.
They took me INR level to make sure it was safe to dig out me infected bits to test first.
It took them well over and hour to sort me out – with me laying on me face as they chatted away about why the doctor had the email of one of the nurses and not the other?
Eventually the stitches were put in, and a massive double pressure pad was applied then a gigantic plaster. When one of the nurses told me the eleven stitches must be protected, I mustn’t do anything physical for four days at least, must go to the GP with the paperwork she gave me to arrange the stitches to come out on the 24th June. If it bled I was to stand against a wall pressing backwards for at least half an hour and summon assistance?
She then took me in the anti-room and gave me a much appreciated cup of tea, telling me to sit there as long as it took for me to feel well enough to wander home.
The bus wot I missed pulling away from the bus stop – never mind eh…Tsk!
I dropped off the paperwork for the receptionist and staggered down the two flights of stair, out and around the compound to the front to catch a bus to town.
I saw one at the bus stop and hastened best I could up the winding path to the same level and just managed to miss it as I drew close it pulled away. Hey-ho!
The Old Guildhall – unused since it closed
When I got off the bus in town, I thought what a shame it was the old Guildhall building was still unused.
A grand looking and character ridden part of old Nottingham.
I imagined a McDonalds, Pay-day loan sharks, one of the £3 a cup coffee shops, Mobile phone companies or maybe a pawnbroker or two might have been interested? Only joking like.
The pain from me back started stinging as the pain-killer began to wear off, and I still felt so tired.
One of any Gits Cycling on the Pavement today
Took a photo through the bus window of one of the many many Nottingham Pavement Cyclist I saw during the day.
I has this idea come to me like – feeling confident that I as about to get a sheltered flat fairly soon, and not being able to carry owt from the shops while the stitches were in – I’d sign up for Tesco on-line and order a load of long-life nosh and cleaners etc and put them into the bags I’ve got ready to take with me. As it turned out, not one of me better ideas at all... more about this later like.
Me visits here are getting a bit too frequent too!
Dropped off the bus and walked to the GP surgery where I gave them the paperwork and explained about needing an appointment on the 24th fer the removal of the stitches. She looked on her computer and said I have an appointment on the 23rd. But none of us knew why? So she moved it to the 24th with the stitches one.
I later found out the 23rd one was for me CHD checks. Must let her know on Monday.
Mansfield Road near the GP surgery
Surprisingly there was not much traffic on Mansfield Road.
That was until I tried to cross the road of course.
So I wobbled painfully up to the pelican lights and as I crossed on the green man, a ruddy Cyclist nearly had me as the idiot didn’t stop on his red lights!
Still flt a little bit giddy and the wound was really stinging now as I made me way back to the flea-pit.
Got in and WC’s, even sitting down is painful.
What a bloomin’ Day!
I decided to sign on the Tesco site and did so successfully. Then put me order in – but when it came to paying – it kept telling me the card was suspended and I had to call the Co-op bank – so at great expense I did.
They informed me the card was not suspended and they had no claims for cash from Tesco?
So I rang the Tesco, so called helpline. (Helpline! Huh!)
The chap eventually after keeping paying for the call for ages – it was suspended now after I’d tried so often to get it accepted.
So I called the Co-op bank again and explained what was occuring – it had been suspended by Visa – (Eventually gawd knows how much must have cost me) she said she would cancel the suspension, but it would talk two hours to clear.
Well pee’d off I rang off and started to update this diary while I waited the two hours to try and pay Tesco again!
What a crap day I’m having! Intense pain, Whoopsidangleplops and try as I might, I don’t seem able to get any decent sleep in – Huh, Tsk and bother!
I just made a cuppa, and it even hurts to lift the cup to me gob… though
I shouldn’t be surprised, it hurts when I do nothing as well. Just a bit worse when I move anything.
I’m dreading it if I sneeze! Hehe
Well, it’s been two hours and ten minutes – so I’ll risk trying to pay Tesco again – Oh dear, here we go…
Gordon Bennet! Had to do a new Tesco password now…
Aha… Success!
The nosh it took me three hours to get round to eating!
That means tomorrow I can at least get some packing of stuff to take with me done… and maybe a bit of shredding too… wound permitting.
YeeHaa!
Better get me nosh done.
Refried means, bacon and sausages.
Unfortunately as I came to shutting down me laptop, I got a message telling me there was an update for Coreldraw 7x – so I thought (I keep doing that recently, thinking… it does me no good yer know!), I’d just download it. It took about 15 minutes… then I was informed it needed a restart to take effect…
The green start screen came on – message on it: Restarting.
That was a hour and a half ago! Not sure if something wrong or is it the installation of the Coreldraw update that’s taking all time?
I seem fated not to get any sleep or eat me nosh.
Well another half hour as gone by now, I’ll go and check it again, hang on please…
No, no luck yet, still the green ‘Restarting’ screen.
Eventually started eating me nosh on me knee waiting for the laptop to finish restarting. It was still good reheated, Excellent taste! Rated 8/10.
Managed to take a photo by painfully distorting my body to get me hand up and behind me to take a photo of me wound dressing to see if I could see any blood leaking. A bonus here I caught a bit of the wound I got on me head when I banged it on the cupboard door. Hey-ho – Carry on regardless!
Struggled to take a photo of me dressing on the surgery wound to see if any blood had leaked out, but couldn’t get a shot of the lower 2/3rd of the dressing. And it toook me over nine attempts to get this one.
Hey-ho.
Had to lay in a contorted position to avoid pressing on it and I consequently got very little sleep again.
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.
The UK Confederation for the abolition of Facial and Bodily Imperfectness are publishing this collage of Inchcock’s mush as a warning to others, especially the unaware young and misguided shoplifters, of what can happen as one ages.
No Inchcocks were harmed in the production of this post (Well, not much)
Woke at 0545hrs, mucho bleeding from the little Inch again.
On the WC – and couldn’t get off for 45 minutes! Oh dear… blood from the other end now. Tsk!
Cuppa and medication taken – pots cleaned and laptop on.
Did a graphic for Clivey Boy and emailed it to him. Coreldraw x7 crashed again! Grrr!
Then did the header for this diary – and started it off.
Early yobboes lurking up and down the street this morning?
Another cuppa, then finished me blogs for yesterday and got them posted – only took me four hours.
Had a good scrub-up and shave, in me togs and set off to town.
When I got towards the Victoria bus-station, I took a photo showing the old filled in railway lines and the supports that hold up the actual bus-station.
I bet that took some graft and know-how to get built?
Caught the C single decker bus to Mansfield (another instant decision made to to Mansfield).
We went through Bulwell, Hucknall which I took the first photograpicalisation of me often visited GUM clinic as the bus went passed it like. Memories flooded back to me… eurgh!
Then through Newstead then Annesley where I tried to take a photo of some horses in the fields as sped along, but this dark blue Transit van is all I got as he sped passed us!
Huh!
Just passed Annesley I managed to take a photo of some old colliers (miners) terraced houses. This set me thinking of all the Collieries we used to have in this area:
Gedling, Hucknall No1, Hucknall No2, Linby, Radford, Wollaton, Newstead, Bevercotes, Mansfield, Harworth, Kirkby, Ollerton, Bentinck, Pye Hill, Thoresby, Welbeck, Clipston, Rufford, Blidworth, Annesley, Moorgreen, Selston, Sutton, Silverhill, Teversal, Firbeck, Sherwood. Lodge, Highpark, Manton, Warsop Main, Shireoaks, New Hucknall, Steetley, Langton. Cossall, New Selston, and Oakwood Grange, and I’ve probably missed some off the list?
I went into deep contemplating mode for a while. The miners were extremely militant and their unions decision not to hold a strike ballet was one route cause of frustration within Nottingham colliers – but Maggie Thatcher already had plans for the destruction of the industry in the pipe-line before the strike it transpired. Whoever one chooses to blame the most – the suffering of the colliers families and the break up of communities was so very lamentable and sad.
The bus was at Kirby-in-Ashfield when I pulled myself out my moroseness.
As the bus passed the graveyard that has many American Airmen in it I thought I’d take a photo…
But an ambulance with it’s blues and twos belted passed from the opposite directed and frit me a bit Hehe.
That was two photographs ruined. Would I make me hat-trick I thought?
At Sutton bus-station I noticed that KFC had done there… er… food place up and made it look nice now – shame there was no one actually going in it for the time we were there waiting for the bus to move.
We drove on eventually getting in Mansfield bus station, and I made me way to the book shop to get half the money back I paid for em, when I got two more book and swapped em – if yer see worra mean like.
It had closed down – Huh!
So I poddled up to the B&M store and had a wonder around.
Got a packet of bacon that looked nice and was cheap.
Well!
Then I moved up to have a decker in the Pound-stretcher shop – they had some dried onions in, and jars of Red onion cooking sauce with Rosemarie, so I got one of each.
As you can see, the Pound-Stretcher shop was very busy by the photo on the left wot I took see. And this is just one of five aisles in the place – wonder how long they’ll last?
Then I trudged back to the bus-station and caught a Pronto bus back to Nottingham, that would drop me of in Carrington.
The house I photographed while we were driving passed it is the one just bought by a certain media mogul chappy with a beard. A bargain at £3.3m I’m sure.
Of course I was goiing to put in a bid missen like – but he beat me to it.
The sky looked nice and bright as I got back into Carrington.
Made me way back to the bomb-site with aching feet – not the bomb site with aching feet like, it wer me with the aching feet!
Yobboes on the street, had to go through them to get in the house, luckily cars were going by at the time and all I got was dirty looks form them.
WC’d and updated this diary.
Then had me bacon with me flavoured baked beans and bread thins.
Laid there and felt the new pains in me left rear rump and the angina giving me gip. This made me remember I need to sort out/refill me dosage pots.
Had a wash shave and deodorising session, then went down and made a cuppa.
Which to do first I thought, the shredding, the medications or the bins?
I began to sort the medication tubs out – then realised I had not got enough medications to fill them… oh dear, had I forgot to collect them or had I lost them? Couldn’t remember. Had a good search but found none. I’ll go when the chemist opens to find out and hope there are some for collecting, because I’m almost out of Warfarin and Beta-blockers – as I said earlier, oh dear!
I started the laptop and this diary off and did the header with Coreldraw x7 not crashing yet.
Facebooked a while.
Made another cuppa and did some shredding while I waited for the chemist to be open and call on them.
Set off on a walk to the Chemists next to the launderette on MAnsfield Road
The wind had gone and the sunshine was out – worried it might bring out the local yobbery later.
Got to the pharmacy and e medications were waiting to be collected. (Glad about that).
Called in the launderette and had a natter with Mandy.
Then bravely back to Lidl again.
Bought soe baking potatoes, one tomatoe (Dutch) Lemon cheesecakes, bacon misshapes, tea bags and an Indian Aloo Saag – why I got the Aloo thing I’mm not sure. It must have been the picture on the box that looked nice?
The biggest ingedients are Onion, water, tomato, potato sunflower oill milk and spinach in tht order. It had cumin ginger and fenugreek in it – not sure if that indicates it might be a little hot for me tastes? Still, too late now. I suppose them advertising it as reduced from £1.99 to £1 might have tempted me too.
Got back to the bomb-site.
Put me bits away. away and made-up me new pots of medications. Had a whoopsiedangleplop as I did… I dropped the wrong medication into the pots of morning medications ad had to changed the with the midday ones and got myself into a muddle with them – but sorted it with a bit of bad language and patience. Hehe!
I thought with the IVR levels fluctuating so, I might not have enough Warfarin to get me through until next time.
So I had a poddle to the GP surgery to put in a request for extra Warfarin tablets.
The sun was even warmer now, and the local sum-bags were beginning to appear out on the streets.
I walked back to the dumo by the long route where there are not so many hide holes for them to lurk in.
As I got back I thought the sky had a certain picturesque quality in it, so I took a photograph of it.
Fed the pigeons en-route.
Got to the flea-pit and made a cuppa. Cleaned up me bleeding Inch, and then started the laptop/notebook to do some of this diary to date like.
Did a bit of sorting out and shredding until the ‘Dizzies’ came on, I hate these.
I’ll make some nosh early and get me head down, not feeling too good suddenly.
Hope to be back later. TTFN all.
Well, failed to get me head down again, but did some reading, even that failed to let me nod-off. Tsk!
Did some Facebooking, when it let me, had to open it three times before it loaded?
WordPressed fer a bit then finished this diary off like.
Woke determined to get a load more shredding done – and, get some stuff sorted and taken to Nottingham Hospice Charity shop, at least the wind seems to have dropped a bit at last.
Up around 0600hrs, WC’d, took me medications with a cuppa and straight onto the laptop to get this diary started.
Did a bit of shredding first – blimey it takes ages and makes such a mess… a bit like me really. Hehe!
This new Coreldraw x7 is taking some getting used to. The old keyboard aligning don’t work and I have to go through a docker to do it now?
Back onto the shredding for an hour or so.
Then got the things collated and bagged for the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop and set of on a walk into Sherwood to deliver them.
Oh dear, the sun has broken through and the winds have started blowing again! Huh!
Had a wash and scrub up and readied the things for the hospice shop.
Set off feeding the pigeons on the corner as I proceeded on me hobble into Sherwood.
The sky looked a bit brighter, and the winds were not so bad as they have been.
As I got to the top of the first hill, a enormous tricycle passed me on the pavement – it were big and wide and I think it had an electric engine as it belted passed me – I got me camera out and it was gone?
Was I cracking up or what?
Steadily down the hill and up the next, crossed over the road and up to the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop. Where there was only one elderly lady on her own bless her cotton socks. We managed a little natter and I made me way back to Carrington on the opposite pavement I used to get into Sherwood.
I called into the Continental Food shop and got a small polish loaf.
Just over the hill and a Nottingham Pavement Cyclist took an interest in taking a photograph… Hehehe!
I pressed and down to the Lidl store to see if they had any nice tomatoes in stock to have later with me planned bacon sandwiches.
The didn’t, they only had the bitter Spanish ones.
I did notice as I poddled around the store – they had a DVD of Expendables 3 at £4.99 so treated missen.
I noticed they had on sale some pulled pork in different sauces in the fridge. Hickory BBQ sauce, Bourbon BBQ sauce and Sweet apple sauce.
But they were expensive compared to those on sale at Fulton and Heron food stores, also they were smaller packs as well.
Got some ice lollies, relish, tin of chopped tomatoes and herbs, brown sugar and sliced potatoes as well.
Got to the checkout and when she charged me £14.99 I thought ‘Hello…’ Looked at the receipt to find she’d charged me twice for the DVD!
Being overcharged seems to happen far too often at Lidl. Along with the sneers and indifference of many of the staff I find it a shame that some other company doesn’t open a store nearby in opposition to these German fiddlers. Perhaps an Aldi, then we can surrender to the Hun fiddlers? Hehehe!
I eventually found a member of staff to tell about this, and the natural unconcerned way she just said “Yes, she’s charged you twice that’s all!” What? was a little hard to fathom. I guess this happens all the time there.
Hey-ho!
Staggered back to the decaying residence, WC’d and got me bacon and bread ready. I put some caramelised red onion relish on the bacon before cooking in microwave and made three sandwiches to nibble for nosh.
Got me things ready for shredding again in the morning.
Had me nosh while watching a Star Trek Next Generation film on DVD – but fell asleep part-way through, so did this diary instead.
The nosh was not bad at all.
Cooking the bacon in the microwave reveals no fat coming out of it at all, but a clear liquid that sticks to the side of the microwave dish and should not be wasted – but golly it’s tasty when you scrape it off with the crispy crust of yer Polish bread.
Bad trying to get to sleep tonight, the body said sleep but the mind said no!
Well gone midnight and still no kip… yet I feel so tired. Tsk!
I espied after taking this photograph the seagull lurking on the roof. After reading about the Chihuahua pecked to death by seagulls in Devon – I hope they don’t move into Nottingham. Here are some headlines about Seagull attacks in England.
From the BBC News site:
“A pensioner has died after being attacked by seagulls in his garden. As the terror of overprotective gulls returns all round the UK, people are asking what can be done about them.”
From the Mail:
Nikki wayne, 57, had previously spotted he birds diving for her five-month-old Chihuahua Bella. The seagulls swooped and pecked the dog to death before she could get back inside. Read more:
Small dogs have bled to death, children’s lips been sliced open, and an elderly man died of a heart attack following a particularly vicious assault in his back garden (3). News that the Royal Mail has temporarily halted deliveries to an otherwise peaceful Cornish cul-de-sac because of the danger should come as no big surprise; it’s happened before.
A diving herring gull is a missile: special attack talon on the heel, razor-sharp two-inch beak, 1.4-metre wingspan, more than a kilo of angry bird travelling at 65kph. No wonder there’s blood. And there are more and more of them, at least in built-up areas: Britain’s urban gull population – thriving on takeaway scraps, open-topped litter bins and landfill sites to scavenge from, and wide ledges and flat rooftops to nest on – is growing by 20% a year. Seagulls can live for up to 40 years, and their survival rate in cities is 95%.
From the London Standard: Pensioner killed by seagulls
Neighbours told how former ambulance driver Wilfred Roby disturbed a nest of chicks as he tried to clean bird droppings from the roof of his garage in Anglesey, north Wales.
The parent birds, joined by other gulls, swooped on the 80-year-old, knocking him off the wall on which he was standing and on to the ground, where they continued to peck at him as he lay unconscious.
Worrying innit?
I went into the charms section on Windows and found how to find and open the clipping option – then spent a good while finding out how to exit from it (Exit from the new green windows on Windows 8, I tried so many things that when I did get back into the internet I’d forgotten how I did it! Huh!.
I noticed in the email from the Housing place a little spelling mistake or two in it – or was it with the‘Looing’?
Was it an indication of the gentleman’s intentions to inform me that my bladder control would be examined? Hehehe! Not that I could move in there even if there was any vacancies with it not being assisted housing.
Today Steve from Age UK is coming at 1400hrs to see me to offer advice and discuss how I can advance in my clearing out and assisted living home search.
BJ called last night just after I’d nodded off to kip, to tell me he’s coming today to take some stuff for me to the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop bless him.
BJ looking distinguished in this photo of him at the Pumping Station.
Did some Facebooking and took me medications, passed wind and started me piles bleeding.
The flock of pigeons came down for their breakfast as I took some stuff out to the bin.
I managed to download and install some fonts to the new laptop/notebook – I still don’t know the difference between them or why the old machine was called a laptop and this one is called a Notebook? This is one job that is actually easier in the new windows, once you’ve worked out how to do it of course.
Opened Coreldraw x7 and made the header for today’s dairy.
Popped up to use the porcelain and me rear end was bleeding… Fancy that!
The pain from me Whoopsiedangleplop at the Lidl check-out yesterday afternoon is less than I thought it might have, but still stinging a bit. No idea if any bruises have appeared I imagine they must have. I’ll get BJ to have a look when he arrives, because I’m supposed to log any new bruising on me Warfarin record card.
BJ rang I missed it and rang him back – he’ll be here at 1100hrs. (Somehow with his timekeeping record I doubt this – but would be pleased to be proved wrong).
Went up and got missen cleansed and polished in readiness for the day ahead.
Down at 1050hrs awaiting BJ’s arrival.
1120hrs, Still awaiting BJ’s arrival.
1140hrs BJ arrived. Quick natter and we were off to the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop with the many bags of gear for them.
When we left I called into the dentists just up the road to confirm my next appointment.
When I came out of there I couldn’t find BJ, he was not in the car?
He appeared a few minutes later, he’s been to the greengrocers and scrounged two empty potato bags for me to use for me shredded paper bless him.
He ran me home and I picked up me Warfarin Record & dosage sheet and had a walk to the GP surgery and booked my next INR level tests for next Tuesday @ 1045hrs.
Then back to the flea-pit to await the arrival of Stephen from the Age UK group.
He arrived at the stated time and we had a chin-wag about the assisted flat hunting, and looked at some on the internet.
Favourites at the moment seems to to be Colville Court near the cemetery – handy that, it’ll save on expenses when I croak-out.
Steve is going to have a word with City Homes to see if he can get them to raise my standing from the the bottom one of Group 4 in the waiting list for Independent Living accommodation.
And he also said he will also contact Metropolitan Housing who own Colville Court to see if we can go take a look at them first before applying to go on the waiting list.
The area is all prostitutes and students BJ tells me… Mmmm?
Wonder how he knows? Hehehe!
Steve was very understanding of me problems with me health I must say, grand chap.
I thanked him and Steve departed.
I then set off for me bus-ride into the City Centre to try and get some curried beans.
At the end of the street, I turned, and went back to the dump, and collected me bus-pass.
The bus was full of mobile-phoners and kids in prams.
Got off and went into Tesco and spent too much again, Sopocka, Marmite Crisps, Tesco brand curried beans (Not good, but fair like), err… cream cake, radishes and other bits.
Within minutes of leaving Tesco I nearly had a collision with two daft Pavement Cyclists who crossed, against the lights like the pedestrians, they nearly clobbered into me and some other folk… Tsk!
At the next crossing lights, the Nottingham Pedestrians confirmed their intention not to reform their habit of crossing the road against the Red Lights!
In fact this mother was actually dragging her daughter by the arm while pushing a baby in a push-chair with the other arm! Amazing or what?
I noted they were getting on with the new Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall) main entrance as I walked to the bus-stop to catch a bus home.
Feeling tired now, another hectic day for the Young Nottingham Lad eh?
I called in the Co-op when I dropped off the bus. The reason being that when I was doing me paper shredding I came across a Dividend Card statement and thought I could supply them with the number of the card and see if I could get any ‘Divi’ back?
At first the woman just said “You’ll have to phone our customer services people and ask them”. I explained about me frequent problems using the phone, pointing to me hearing aids as I said this. She kindly offered to ring them for me with me confirming who I was like. It turned out the statement I’d found was from 1989 – Oooer!
She said I’ve to fill in a form and send it off – then kindly said if she could have the statement she’d do it for me – I went all coy and thanked her.
Back to the dump, no WC visit yet.
Laptop on and loaded me photographs from the day to use on here later, then got me nosh ready.
It was nice, but it was far too much for me to eat, got carried away a bit methinks?
Baked potatoes with olive oil spread and caramelised red onion relish, beetroots (Ruddy hard beetroots), Danish blue cheese, radishes, tomatoes, Silesian sausages, mixed leaves and bread thins.
I’ve bringing wind up now!
I had me Fresh Cream French Horn later on.
I got the diary dine up to this point and fell a-kip!
I just nodded off and brother-in-law Pete rang to see how I was – and tell me that the skin cancer growth they taken from his shoulder was found to be malignant. They are going to take some more tests and remove a greater area. I said I’d go with him if I was not in hospital myself. He’s had bad luck there the lad has.
The chap only had one patch of skin cancer growth and it turns out to be malignant. Hope all goes well for him.
Made me wonder about the eight patches of growth I am going to have removed on June 12th.
