Up at 0500hrs, and blimey I can remember a dream! (Well some of it anyway)
WC.
Me Dream: I was young fit and working at the Co-op store on Parliament Street in Nottingham, and I think I was clearing all the stuff off the shelves into customer trolleys… there was someone there with me who I recognised but have forgotten who now, then I was on Carlton Hill, pushing the loaded trolley to wherever it was to go, and a girl I used to work with in 1962, Rita appeared on the pavement and started talking to me. I became engrossed in conversation with her, and the trolley ran away down the hill.
Suddenly the hill became somewhere else, but I knew it, and chased after the trolley. As I ran on, doors kept opening in both sides of the road and people were calling to me…
A doctor with a beard, turban and a scalpel in his hands: “Come back, we need to operate again…”
My old boss at Scan security Kevin, with ‘Ross’ one of guard dogs we used: “Ross’s here mate, come in and see him, did you bring any pigs ears for him? He still loves em yer know…”
Brian, the accountant who ripped me off and put me into bankruptcy when I had the shop: “Sorry, it was nothing personal, come in and I’ll make you a cup of tea…”
The Grim Reaper appeared on a rooftop: “Oi… I’m waiting, get yer arse up ‘ere youth…”
Henry Cooper: “Splash it all over…”
Acker Bilk came out of a door, singing “Buona Sera Seniorita”?
There were many others, but I can’t recall them.
I lost site of the trolley as it disappeared into an unrecognised building. I caught up and started searching for it, to find Susan Maughan (Off the song Bobby’s Girl fame, and she married theatre director Nick Leigh, and not me!) emptying the goods from it onto some shelves, she sneered at me “Who the devil are you? Sod off!”
I was amazed that I could remember so much of the dream, very rare that. But, what did it mean? Nowt I suppose, apart form the I’m cracking up?
Started laptop, made cuppa. Took medications.
Started work on some graphics for me later posts, just hoping that BT internet does not start playing up again.
Continuing from Thursday to Friday 5th September 2014
Thursday night: I prepared me sausage sarnies with BBQ sauce, I tried reading me book, but no sleep came. Put on a DVD, but no sleep came.
Eventually I drifted off… and the dreams came again, no idea what they were about, but these nightmares were not the only thing that kept waking me up. Each time I presumably moved in my sleep, the ‘Inch’ was rampant and oh so painful. Still, no bleeding from it last night, just pain.
WC.
Took rubbish out to bin.
My body told me it still wanted to sleep. But after having to get up and check things out medically, I could not nod off despite the weariness.
So, I got up, put the water heater on, started the laptop, made a cuppa, and took me medications.
WC.
Seemed quiet this morning (Fair enough, I’d not got me hearing aids in), and I had a feeling of dread or fear? Mingled with an expectancy in the air of disaster perhaps? Weird feelings abound.
I started to do/touch up some graphics and posts for me blogs.
WC.
Took rubbish out to bin.
Got missen looking and smelling pretty, then set off to walk to Sherwood to donate me bit and pieces.
Got as far as the end of the road: I returned to the hovel to put me hearing aids in, and set off again. Managing to forget to call at the GP once again! Huh!
Got to the Nottingham Hospice Charity Shop, and dropped off me bag. Asked about the donor card, and they found the one I’d filled in.
They gave me a card to lose later. Said me cheerios and went to catch bus into town. On which I got through some more of me Eric Morecombe book, and nibbled some seaweed.
Not many people about for a Friday?
In town, I poddled through the centre, on me way to C&A to see if they had any cushion/pillow of the size I wanted, but no. I looked at their comfortably fitting shoes, but declined due to the £49 price tag.
So I tried the shoe Zone cheapo shop, and got a pair for £9.99.
Then tried another shop to see if I could obtain a pillow/cushion of the size I required. After mushc searching I gave up, came down to the ground floor to exit the premises – and saw one on display on a settee. I had a look at it, and it had a £26 price tag on it! But still, it looked just what I was after, so I treated missen to it.
I then made me to the 99p shop. And bought some lavender disinfectant for only 99p for 2.5 litres.
On me limp around the shop moseying, I saw some bread mix with balsamic vinegar. I thought me sister Jane might like that, so I rang her. While we were talking, I glanced outside the shop, and saw a lady take a tumble, so I stopped the call and went to see if she was alright. She was as it happens, so I walked her to her bus stop. She sounded fully compos mentis.
Rang Jane back, she didn’t want the bread mix though.
The bags were getting heavy again now, the knees and feet twinging too.
As I left the centre, a mobility scooter threatened, but veered off at the last moment – why am I plagued by these?
I limped to the bus stop, struggling with the bags. (When will I ever learn?)
The buses were busy.
I went straight passed the GP surgery again, and got home, weary and annoyed with missen for spending so much.
What my dream was about, I haven’t a clue. But I awoke feeling so low and depressed, and scared?
WC.
I peeped out of the window while the kettle was boiling for me tea, a car outside had had its window smashed and presumably something stolen from it. Still, this fits in with the burglaries and arson attacks for the locality dunnit?
WC.
It was dark and dank outside, and that is how I am feeling this morning too. Oh Woe is me.
Not up to going anywhere or doing anything.
Not feeling too good.
Toyed on internet, but no concentration.
Had a call from the MRBHA Mansfield Road Baptist Housing Association, conforming my interest in any flats that come up.
Going to bed really early to try and get some sleep, maybe trying to read me book might let me get off eh?
TTFN all.
Thursday 4th September 2014
Seemed to be awake for than asleep last night.
WC.
Up around 0415hrs, feeling well drained.
Had me brekkie and a cuppa.
Worked on me graphics for a few hours, then decided I must get out and about.
So thought I’d get a bath… proper one like, yer know, radox, un antiseptic disinfectant, then antiperspirant un that like, then applied me creams and emolument dermatological Cetraben creams to the required areas of me decrepit body, oil in me ear-holes and pain gel on me hands and knees.
WC.
Then go make an appointment with the GP. Then go on a good long walk (Hobble) into Arnold and get a another pack of the microwave sausages if they have any left, then get the bus to town, but why to town I’ve forgotten already. Oh yes, go see the housing people at CityHomes.
I set off, with me two bags, one for the Nottingham Hospice shop, on me walk to Sherwood. (Yes, alright, I forgot about going to the GP… Tsk!)
However, I did remember to call at the Post Office on the way and return me DVLA forms.
I called in the haberdashery shop in Sherwood, but they could not help me with me search for a cushion/pillow of the shape or size I required. Never mind thought I, I’m bound to have better luck in Arnold. (Hahaha!)
I dropped in the Nottingham Hospice shop and gave em me stuff. The lady said if I signed as a member, they would get more for the goods I’m taking – so I did. Then said goodbye and started off on me marathon walk to Arnold. Realising that she had not given me the number she said I needed. (Tsk!)
A mile or so up the road, I passed entrance to the old ‘Headway’ premises, and that brought back many happy memories of when I was a volunteer there, but a sadness that it had to close down.
I pressed on into Daybrook, and nipped in the park to feed the ducks and pigeons.
Then on again into Arnold.
Where I came across many shops that could not supply me with the pillow/cushion size I was after.
On me last try at getting one, I called into Asda. None to suit in stock, but I was tempted into buying a reduced in price ‘Andy Capp’: and some cheese curls.
On this visit to Arnold, I was weary enough to miss being clobbered by the two Mobility scooters that nearly clobbered me.
The old feet and knees were now letting me know it was time to stop hobbling about, so I caught the bus back to Carrington.
Yet again, I forgot to call at the GP, and wobbled back to the dump.
Noticed a police car and forensic van at the far end of the street – not another break in?
Did some prep for me blogs and posted this one, then decided to try for another early night in search of sleep…
Laptop started, made a cuppa, took medications and began doing posts fer me blogging. BT Internet permitting this occasionally this morning.
I decided I would go to Bulwell this morning to Fulton’s Freezer Shop, and see if I could acquire some more stocks of the cheapo but wonderful tasting microwave sausages.
Up to the bathroom to make myself beautiful… well a wash, shave and clean togs, and apply me necessary creams to the required components of me decrepit body anyway.
Made sure I’d got me camera, bus-pass, glasses, hearing-aids in, attack alarm, medications, Medical Awareness card, some money and mobile phone with me. (I’m getting better…. ain’t I?).
Shame I decided not to take me walking stick with me – ‘cause as I set off down the road to the bus stop, I had a some difficulty in detaching a little dog that seemed attracted to me right leg. Luckily it didn’t draw blood, despite its obvious intent to. Have to keep me eye out for this on future walks that way down the street. Tsk!
Caught the bus into Bulwell, and called in the Fulton’s there, but no microwave sausages, bother! I remembered there was a Fulton’s in Arnold, so I limped back to the bus station and caught a bus to Arnold.
I found the Fulton store on the Main Street, and hobbled in to search for the microwave sausages – there were only two left in the freezer, so I bought em, with a little sadness that there might be no more on the future, ‘cause I love the taste of em. I asked the manageress and she said they have some more in the back. So I made it three packs wot I bought. Then got carried away and bought some smoked haddock and ice lollies as well, now the bag was getting heavy.
On the way back to the bus stop to get home to me hovel, I called in the Iceland shop to see if they had and Warburtons wholemeal thins. They had, so I bought a pack… and some more iced lollies and cooked ham on offer… the money I spent… I daren’t take missen anywhere!
Then it really was a struggle to carry it all back to the bus-stop.
Dropped off in Carrington, just avoiding a passing Mobility Scooter in which the driver was supping from a can of lager!
Managed to get back to the flea-pit, and put the nosh away, definitely no room left in the freezer now!
Realised I’d left the water heater on, so a bit more money lost there.
Has some microwave sausage sandwiches with BBQ sauce, Marmite crisps followed by three ice lollies and a doughnut.
Warfarin (a colourless, crystalline, water-insoluble anticoagulant, C19H16O4) Introduced in 1948 as a pesticide against rats and mice, and is still used for this purpose.
Warfarin was found to be effective and relatively safe for preventing thrombosis and thromboembolism in many disorders. It was approved for use as a medication in 1954, and has remained popular ever since; Warfarin is the most widely prescribed oral anticoagulant drug.
Not too encouraging a review here for Inchcock!
Despite its effectiveness, the treatment with Warfarin has several shortcomings. Many commonly used medications interact with Warfarin, as do some foods (particularly leaf vegetable foods or “greens,” since these typically contain large amounts of vitamin K1) and its activity has to be monitored by blood testing for the international normalised ratio (INR) to ensure an adequate yet safe dose is taken.
A high INR predisposes to a high risk of bleeding, while an INR below the therapeutic target indicates the dose of Warfarin is insufficient to protect against thromboembolic events, and may encourage blood clotting.
When you take Warfarin, your blood won’t clot as easily. If you accidentally cut yourself while taking Warfarin, you may bleed heavily. You’re more likely to have bleeding problems if you’re older than 75 or take other blood-thinning medications that can further increase your bleeding risk.
Warfarin side effects that require immediate medical attention
1) Severe bleeding
Inchcock Not affected at the moment
2) Black stool or bleeding from the rectum
Inchcock affected: Went to see GP, told he had haemorrhoids.
3) Skin conditions such as hives, a rash or itching
Inchcock affected: Mentioned to GP, who prescribed the old git Cetraben cream.
4) Swelling of the face, throat, mouth, legs, feet or hands
Inchcock affected: GP prescribed Furozamide water tablets.
5) Bruising that comes about without an injury you remember
Inchcock affected: Occasionally this happen. Inchcock notices sometimes in a morning, he puts this down to the nightmares he has nightly might have caused him to toss about a bit. He sleeps on the floor to ease his back pain you see.
6) Chest pain or pressure
Inchcock affected: GP put this down to his Angina and Reflux valve, and increased his Angina medication dosage.
7) Nausea or vomiting
Inchcock Not affected:
8) Fever or flu-like symptoms
Inchcock affected: He tells me these seem to be ever present.
9) Joint or muscle aches
Inchcock affected: GP told him to expect these and his Arthritis doesn’t help.
10) Diarrhoea
Inchcock Not affected:
11) Difficulty moving
Inchcock affected: He says every day can be different. As the CP suggested, he gets out for a hobble as often as his condition allows him to. Three/four times a week. Dizzy spells can be a bother to him though.
12) Numbness or tingling in any part of your body
Inchcock affected: Hands fingers and feet are the worst affected.
13) Painful erection lasting four hours or longer
Inchcock affected: Boy of boy… yes, every night! Hence the current bleeding on his Inch.
14) Severe dizziness
Inchcock affected: Not regular pattern, but some days it can be incapacitating to Inchy. GP changed amounts of some of his medications, but the dizzy spells continue.
15) Trouble breathing
Inchcock affected: GP puts this down to his angina and reflux valve.
Less serious Warfarin side effects to tell your doctor about
1) Explosive and unexpected emissions of wind from the anus.
Inchcock affected: Boy is he affected! GP told him to expect this due to the Warfarin, his Reflux Valve sticking and his earlier cancer operation.
2) Feeling cold
Inchcock affected: GP told him to expect this.
3) Fatigue
Inchcock affected: Hence the old man’s falling asleep at any given time. That’s why he lost his driving licence, and nowadays falls asleep at his laptop, on the bus, in the hospital waiting room etc.
4) Pale skin
Inchcock affected: So much so he told me he thought he’d died the other day when he woke up and looked in the mirror.
5) Changes in the way foods taste
Inchcock affected: He has found himself liking food he did not like before going on Warfarin.
6) Hair loss
Inchcock affected: Although his being bald headed makes this a tad difficult to monitor, his chest and underarm hairs have diminished, and his moustache is turning grey.
Although rare, Warfarin can also cause skin tissue death (necrosis) and gangrene requiring amputation. This complication most often happens three to eight days after you start taking Warfarin. If you notice any sores, changes in skin colour or temperature, or severe pain on your skin, notify your doctor immediately.
Inchcock wrote in a very unsteady hand that he had considered looking into the side effect of his many other medications… but had decided against it.
♥ I was up at 0330hrs. (No choice in the matter, urgent WC attention required and I couldn’t get off afterwards Tsk!)
Usual brekkers, took medications and then thought I’d start the laptop and get on with some posts I’d nearly got ready for WordPress.
The laptop took an inordinately long time to start, I really am expecting the worst from the old gal soon. When she did get going, I lost the BT signal repeatedly.
Eventually I go both going after several reboots, restarts and complete reboot. Good old BT.
Spend far too long getting graphics ready for post later, but I did enjoy doing them though.
About 1230hrs, I did me ablutions and put me togs on, and set off I’d decided, to walk to Nottingham Hospice shop taking some bits for em again, and then to catch bus to town and go for a ride out to Derby, taking me books with me. See… I can plan ahead yer know sometimes.
As I was going up the little hill, I thought the skyline warranted a photo – hen I got the camera case out of me bag, I realised I’m left the batteries on change back in the hovel.
So, I hobbled backed to the hovel and got em um put in. Change of plan at this stage.
I had a walk into town (Took photo), and caught the round-about route bus to Bulwell. Then visited the Fultons cheapo Freezer shop in the hope of getting another pack of the cheapo but very good microwave pork sausages, and they had some in again, so gorra pack.
Then had a walk to the cheapo shop, but again, they had nowt in I wanted or fancied.
By now, me feet and knees were aching to say the least.
Dropped the things (DVDs books and a wall clock) off at the Headway Charity Shop, and bought a book, as I’d finished me Hitler the Commander book on the bus going there.
Believe this or not, but a Mobility Scooteress reversed and nearly clobbered me – I tooketh a photo, but she was well on her way by then.
On me hobble back to the bus station I called in Heron Frozen food shop to have a decker. They had some orange suckers at 10 for a quid, and Bread flats on offer at a quid, so I got one of each like.
As I was walking past the market place, a Mobility scooter came close to catchin’ me one as he went passed me and jumped off and went into the bookies… Tsk!
Caught the 17 bus back, cause it drops me off quiet close to the flea-pit.
No yobs about I’m very glad to say. Bet they’ll be out later…
As I turned into the street, the were a dead mouse at me feet! So I took a photo like.
Got in, started the laptop, put me nosh away, made a cuppa. I updated this crap, and posted it.
Did some microwave sausage sandwiches with bbq sauce, followed my an orange sucker. And ate it when I got off the WC.
Not very good this morning, had a job to stir myself into any activity, feeling so low.
Couldn’t remember me nightmares wot I’d had this time.
I managed a cuppa and some breakfast though.
Got to go to launderette today, might meet Big John Wayne and get cheered up a bit I hope.
I was a bit disappointed when I opened the bedroom door, and the handle came off in me hand like. Tsk!
Got missen ready, un set off to the launderette.
I had to cross over the road avoid some lurking louts en route.
Mandy was there to welcome me with open arms, compassion and… well she said ‘Good morning ‘ like.
Big John arrived and we had a natter. He took a photo of nibbling me seaweed and reading me book while I using the driers.
Said me cheerio’s and hobbled back to the flea-pit come home, remembering to keep me eye out for the local yobbery.
First thing I dun was start the laptop, then mend the handle on the bedroom door… well I tool it all off proper so I couldn’t lock myself in anyway.
Luckily I had some Elastoplasts handy.
Thought I’d do a bit of blogging, then have a hobble into Sherwood to see if I could get a new bed quilt.
Received my anticoagulant test results. They’re 1.0 below target. Not to worry though, I’ve been that and lower many times before. (And hope to be so many times again – I’m not ready to go yet, ‘cause I’ve cheered up a bit yer see)
Got ready and set off on a walk into Sherwood, in search of a bed quilt.
1235hrs Be back soon.
I was, at 1239hrs: to collect me hearing aids that I’d forgot to put in, and I’d forgotten to decoke ‘em earlier too. I also collected the DVDs for the Hoapice Charity shop that I had also forgotten. Huh!
So naturally I met a woman to talk to en route, but it was a bit of a farcical conversation. Tsk!
I walked up the little hill, and took a photo as I walked down the big hill – it should have shown three ambulances belting down the hill, but they turned off before I got me camera out.
I carried on limping down and found the drapery shop (Drapery, now there’s a word you don’t hear often nowadays innit?), where a very kind lady sold me a quilt and cover, and she put the cover on for me. Not on herself you understand, on the quilt I mean. Bless her.
Then on up the hill the Nottingham Hospice Shop, and gave them the DVD’s. I’m really glad I did that, cause the weight of ‘em wus gettin’ to me, and the arthritis in the knees and feet was gerrin worse!
I limped over the road to the Holland and Barrets shop to get some pistachio bars, but they’d sold out. Tsk again!
As I passed the bank, there in front of me, was a Mobility Scooter, but it didn’t bother me, no fear at all… there was no driver on it. Hehehe!
I struggled up the hill to nearly the top of it, and decided to take a photo of the road. (Nothing to do with my needing a rest from the walking, or the oain in me knees and feet of course).
I took a photo of the Sherwood Community Police Station as I passed. There was a woman sat on the walkway up to it – I considered going over and telling her that if she was waiting to find someone manning the station, she would have to wait until Thursday.
I went there once to tell them about the local yobboes, but of course it as closed, so I used the kindly provided yellow telephone on the wall outside, but it was not connected.
I made a note of the prices for cider and wine being advertised outside the shop, not for me of course, for me Sister Jane and Brother-in-law Pete. (Cough)
Got back to the bomb-site about 1400hrs, started the laptop and made a cuppa, then visited the WC.
Not a good visit I must say, needed the attention of the ointment and cream.
They just had to show off their new £499.99 ceiling lamp, and £249.99 portraits in material of Rams on the wall.
As you can see, I was more interested in one of their cats ‘Mr Fuey’, in human age he is 89 years old, and still going bless him.
Mind you, once I got down to talk to Fuey, it was the devil’s own job gerrin’ up agen!
They (Jane and Pete) made a big mistake though: they asked me how thing were going!
So I told them about me last kidney treatment session at the Queens Medical Centre.
Me new diet wot the GP gave me.
About me haemorrhoids (piles) situation.
My fear of going to the WC. The treatments wot I’m on, and how to apply them.
The arthritis in me hands.
The arthritis in me knees.
The arthritis in me feet.
The Duodenal ulcer, and the consequences of the change in medication wot I’d had, how painful it can be, and reminded them of when I went in hospital to have it removed.
The new aorta valve beating away in me ticker. The failure of the medications to control the Warfarin level.
Me weekly trips to the haematology dept for me blood checks.
Me hearing aids getting old and playing up, how I had to de-coke em, the battery life etc.
Me change in medications and the effect they were having on me.
My new spectacle frames going loose.
The aggressive nature of me new dentist.
How I fell asleep on buses, all nine occasions.
I explained how the new dermatology cream was better than the first one I tried.
My current situation with the local yobs.
How I managed to lose me walking stick in Derby.
How I can go for days without speaking to another person.
Then I explained what I thought were the root causes for me depression and loneliness, starting from when I was five years of age and got thrown in the Nottingham canal.
I then explained how I was managing to fail in search for sheltered housing wot I could afford, how who and when I tried to get some.
Told them about the state of me roof back at the hovel.
The damaged WC, taps that leaked.
What DVDs I’d watched over the last year or so.
Why I’d changed from Frosties, to having Grape-nut flakes for breakfast, and how much better they were for me, but far more expensive. (No offers of financial support were forthcoming)
How my new walking stick needed an end pad that would not make a noise on hard surfaces.
How I broke me bottle of TCP last month.
How I managed to pour boiling water over me hand while making a cup of tea.
How I treated the blister with Dettol antiseptic cream.
The horrendous nightmares I get regularly.
Why I do not read newspapers anymore.
My search for a certain book at Nottingham library.
My thoughts on nepotism and nihilism within politics today.
As their heads hit the table, I realised it was time to go home…
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.
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.
