Sun 26.4.15 Inchcock Today: Feeling nervous and timid? Why? No idea…

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Sunday 26^th April 2015

Looked out of the window and thought: “Ah life… another Day”… and passed wind!

Woke after having had a good long sleep – dream filled as usual but the unusual thing is I only had to get up to attend the porcelain twice.

I recall dreaming about me taking place in the D-Day beach attack, cannot remember much just bits of it. At least I know this must have been due to me reading Antony Beever’s D-Day book last night.

Did me tests: BP Sys 157 Dia 98 Pulse 75 Temp 31.5. Took me medications.

Feeling drained still, and even tried?

Rubbed me chin and nearly cut me fingers – realising I’d not had a shave or wash last night… but I’d left the water heater on? What am I doing? Am I losing it a bit faster than I thought?

Went down and made a flask of tea and washed me pots.

Then it started – the calls to the porcelain. Over the next two hours I had six light duty and two heavy duty calls to the porcelain needing answering. This of course started the hemorrhoids bleeding – bent retrieve me tube of cream that I’d dropped and banged me head on the side of the sink…

Hey-ho!

Went to start the laptop and found I’d left it in sleep mode?

Started this diary.

Still feeling tired? Why? I’ve had a good kip and done nowt strenuous at all, didn’t even get a walk in yesterday? Drained.

Stomach feels a bit er… what’s the word? Like it may return it’s contents!

So no porridge this morning… yet.

Did a bit of blogging sent off yesterday’s Diary and read others blogs, commenting on a few.

Then did the header for todays Diary in Coreldraw9.

I noticed that Mike Steeden had done some rather excellent posts again – stupid ones, daft ones, clever ones etc. I hate him! Jealous? Me? Yes!

I did some graphics on Coreldraw9 of Sherlock Holmes and Watson – with Sherlock having Mike’s head. I thought they might be of use for Mike on his future Sherlock posts.

When I tried to email them the address I’d got was not recognised… I tweaked the address and it sent it off on its own? I hope it gets to the right person. If yer reading this Mike, please let me know.

Did a bit more Facebooking and decided to get ready and have a little walk… although I still feel a bit down for some reason. Tsk!

It brightened up a bit as I left fer me poddle down the street.

Not many folk about, but rubbish had been dumped at the end of the twitchel – three black bags that had been torn open and searched through with the ensuing splodge of crap all over the tarmac and a seat that had been smashed up.

All normal in Carrington today then.

I took a photo of it to put on here, but when it came to downloading all I had was a close-up of me thumb?

Despite the lack of pedestrians I still nearly got clobbered by a Nottingham PAvement Cyclist on the front.

I wobbled down and called in Lidl and got two cobs, some rocket and potatoes.

On me way back I couldn’t help but notice the bustling industrious Carrington businesses on Mansfield Road.

One of the businesses in the photo here on the left were actually still trading and had not yet gone into liquidation or bankruptcy.

As I turned to the right, across the road the hotel that has spent a fortune on doing the place up and advertising themselves in the local press had still only got the owners and the chefs cars outside.

Tis a shame.

The Gurka One next door was no better off, they no cars in their car park at all.

I wandered back to the dump.

WC’d.

Made me nosh and Didn’t fall asleep!

I had Krakowska pork, Seasoned new potatoes, Olde Amsterdam strong cheese, pickled beetroot, tomatoes and rocket with two cheese topped cobs. Followed by a Blackcurrant jelly.

Yum!

Coreldraw9 was playing up a bit – oh dearie me!

Watched a ‘New Tricks DVD’ until for some reason the headphones stopped working?

Hey-ho.

Took me medications and applied me creams and lotions. Bit of blood from the piles again tonight.

Seem to be having problems getting to kip again… Huh!

Sat 25.4.15 Inchcock Today – Incredibly tired

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Saturday 25^th April 2015

Woke up tired and weary? Why? – no idea!

Perhaps it was the shock of having a good day yesterday?

The haemarrhoids are bleeding again, Anne Gyna is back and I had an early dizzy spell! Tsk!

Did me BP tests and that: Sys 140 Dia 82 Pulse 78 Temp 30c.

Huh… another dizzy spell – oh dear.

WC’d.

Went down to make a cuppa and porridge to nibble.

The sky looked a bit threatening when I took this photograph, but it soon brightened up a bit later.

Made me cup of good strong Thompsons Punjana tea and a pot of cheapo porridge that I added a tiny bit of lemon honey to and returned to the laptop and gobbled em up.

Took me medications, then when I moved to visit the porcelain again I spotted a beta-blocker tablet on the mat… unsure if I’d dropped it this morning or not – but took a chance and wiped it un took it. These Bisoprolol tablets are so small, a bit like my… well never mind that now.

I feel I could fall asleep again now?

Did some Facebooking and a post on WordPress about Nottingham Pavement Cyclists – well, it’s just a gallery of about 30 photographicalisations that I’ve taken of the scallywags on me walks.

Nowt much else happened fer rest of the day I’m afraid – I just felt shattered, so tired and listless.

I kept trying to concentrate – tried learning a bit more about Corel Paint Pro but gave up in the end – fell asleep – tried watching a DVD but the drive kept sticking, did some graphics of sorts – fell asleep – eventually gave up and actually got me head down and slept some more…

So tired.

Hey-ho.

Dangers Inchcock Faces on his Walks in Nottingham…

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Well… it’s true…

Fri 24.4.15 Inchcock Today – Off to the Museum!

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Friday 24^th April 2015

Got to kip around 0400hrs – Woke up 0615hrs wide awake as the alarm went off to remind me that BJ is calling to collect me to go to the museum in Loughborough.

Bits of the dreams stayed with me:

I was on rooftops and climbing over them along the roadside – the roadsides were those from the 1949 to 1952 where I was living then… People in period clothes below… I got to the end of one block of roofs and forgot something so went back to start again? This time I slipped, hung on by one hand dangling then fell but by coat caught on something and I did a nice gentle fall to the pavement then had a job to free the jacket? – running through the streets, nervous now… that’s all I recall.

Made a cuppa and got me togs ready and returned up to start the laptop.

Took, me medications and BP: Sys 192 Dia 72 Pulse 71 Temp 70. No bleeding from the rear.

Then started this diary.

Managed to do a graphic fer the TFZers on Coreldraw without it freezing! Yahooo!

The TFZers Picnic I called it.

Realised it was getting close to time for BJ’s arrival – so hastily got meself decoked and polished and changed into me togs and down and made a nibbles-bag up for us at the Museum.

Just about time so I made a cuppa and waited for BJ to arrive.

BJ rang he’ll be late coming.

Big John picked me up and we were soon on the road to Louborough and the Great Central Railway Station come Museum.

The weather was perfect for me – not too hot, no wind and no sun.

We even got the last disabled parking space outside the entrance.

I took a photo of the station from above before we entered.

There were no trains running passengers today, so it was only £3 to get in instead of £18.

Big John said we must go back again in a few weeks at a weekend when the trains are running – no argument from me.

We hobbled down the stairs to the platform and BJ took some photo’s of me.

One of me leaning on a station trolley full of old-fashioned luggage next to the superb mock Smith’s newspaper stall with 1930’s posters on display.

Then near the entrance to the small museum we had a bit of good luck as an engine was steaming up ready to move out to the sheds – very nostalgic fer me that one. Made me think of when I was a whippersnapper and going to the coast for a day trip!

There was even and advertisement for Bachelor tipped ciggies what I used to smoke.

I still miss me pipe though even after all these years… hey-ho!

In the small museum was a young boys dream of a model GWR engine locomotive – it was built so well, I fell in love with it – well with many things I saw here today actually.

The skill of the volunteers in keeping things going was amazing and I had great admiration for the work being done here.

We popped into the station cafe, all laid out old style – it wer right grand.

All the food was prepared fresh on ordering and it took a while for BJ’s cornish pasty to come. Mind you, the tea was cat-wass.

We sat on some chairs on the platform waiting and I took a photo of BJ pretending to get in a Pullman Restaurant carriage – another grand bit of gear.

BJ had his nosh and we walked down off the platform to the work sheds – and I can’t remember having a more pleasant walk in me life, the old locomotives lines up were awe inspiring: This one on the left in superb condition and ready to go.

The next one on the right the last steam train to be bought by British Rail in 1962 – such history!

Later on we were lucky enough to see her taking on water – a rare sight nowadays indeed.

On down the lane a bit further and we came across the last steam train to run under British Railways.

A magnificence of this locomotive, unfortunately we could not get a close look as she was ‘parked up’ in a long line of other types including some diesels.

Sadly I had a dizzy spell here, but it only lasted a few minutes.

Another cracker here on the right, two chaps were working on her getting her ready for their weekend run with passengers – of the smells… heady!

We passed the signal box then, but were not allowed in it like.

Fair enough that!

BJ asked a bloke if we could go into the work sheds for a look around – he said if yer give me £2 fer the funds yer can, but be careful yer don’t fall in the pits!”

So we did! (Not fall in the pits – gave him £2 each)

I was fascinated and agog with all the work going on – it must take these lads years to get their loco’s refurbished – and a fortune getting or making the parts needed.

Dedicated this lot are.

When we walked back to the station was when we saw the loco taking on water – a sight I’ve seen so many times in years gone by, but this is the first time I was impressed with it.

Fancy having a full sized train set eh? Hehe, I never had a toy sized one!

BJ got me to take some photographs using his camera – scared me to death! It was a rather natty complicated expensive one like – but I managed not to break it.

Took a photograph of John in front of what must have been the most attractive of the loco’s in the place – BJ loved it too.

Back to the platform and a walk along the other side and the ‘Ladies Waiting Rooms’ were authentically laid out – with open fireplace even a pram with a lifelike baby doll in it! They’ve worked so hard at getting things right!

I took a last photograph of the signals near the bridge at the station with an Inter-City diesel in the background, and we were off.

BJ suggested we call at the Ruddington Train Museum on the way home and I was all for it and again excited.

We drove to Ruddington but found the place closed.

BJ said to take photo of the times from the poster on the gate – the red days are extra-special events, the blue are train running days. I’ve forgot what the yellow days are though – sad innit?

BJ ran me back to his place and let take some photo’s for Thomas on the TFZ site. They show his support for an American Train Engineers Union supporting none-single driver conditions and he thought Thomas might be aware of this?

He offered to run me back home, but it was only a 15 minute walk so I declined and thanked him for the day – he was looking a little tired himself.

The walk back to the flea-pit proved rather incident ridden – no less than four pavement cyclists en-route.

I wonder if any of the political parties have realised this?

They could promise to put em in prison or deport them then they would be assured of the votes of the infirm and elderly walkers of Nottingham? No? Oh, alright then…

Got in and WC’d.

Made a cuppa and took me medications.

Made me nosh – not a lot.

Meat cob, garden peas, beetroot, cheesey potatoes and cooked pickled beetroot – followed by an iced lolly.

Fell asleep for an hour or two.

Woke and got this Diary dun like.

I’m sure I’ve got something on tomorrow… but what?

Tsk!

Thurs 23.4.15 Inchcock Today

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Thursday 23^rd April 2015

Fell asleep last night early for a few hours and could not get back to sleep. Tsk!

Spent hours trying out the new paint prog without much success.

Mike Steeden photo ended up like this – not exactly what I was after but there you are – failed again!

0515hrs took me medications and watched some Red Dwarf on YouTube.

Stirred and got a wash and brush-up.

BP: Sys 147 Dia 76 Pulse 72 Temp 74 No bleeding from the haemorrhoids. Skin growth tender.

Set off on me walk into town to get some of the microwaveable new potatoes in oil and herds… or even herbs, from Aldi.

Noticed a lady dropping her two ankle-biters off at the school, having parked her Turbo S Porsche Cayenne SUV that according to What car costs £55.266 to £93.773 to buy, on double yellow lines on a corner… jealous? Me?

Onto Mansfield road down to the college island and up the hill toward town passing the cemetery on the other side of the road and the traffic was still a bit heavy – the naughty mini driver using the bus-lane.

Onward up the hill further and appreciated the trees, some full of growth and others still looking bare.

I’m not a horticulturist in any form but the beauty of seeing these side by side made me think of nature a bit. (I think the St John’s Wort might be working)

The weather was almost perfect for me this morning, not much sunshine not too warm, low winds.

Almost made me feel happy – and we can’t have that can we? Hehe.

Then they started to appear – the first of the dreaded Pavement Cyclists.

I suppose they are a tad frightened of using the road with all that traffic?

But why do they come so close to people of less mobility that others and scare them instead?

Swines!

To the top of the hill and down turning into Huntingdon Street.

A pavement cyclist just missing me and catching me off-guard the little imp was gone before I could get me camera out – so I kept it in me hand for the rest of the journey (The camera!).

The net one nearly had me as well – can’t hear em coming from behind yer see – Swines!

The next one on the right here actually swore at me as he passed?

I told missen to take extra care this morning and just as well I listened to meself as well

Took a photograph of the view of Vic centre and the flats form the traffic lights with Woodborough Road.

The dome of Little John – that housed the bell can be seen behind the grotty looking building that houses the Victoria shopping centre.

Notice the traffic lights?

One hell of a junction for accidents this one!

Further down the road another Pavement Cyclist approached and passed within inches of me.

I was getting a but nervous now.

I turned and took his photograph… turned to carry on me walk and almost walked into a lamppost! Hehehe… serves me right!

As I approached the Aldi shop another f the Herberts came at me.

Ah – well, into the shop and had a poddle around.

Got some potatoes, chesse covered cobs, lemon cakes and a microwaveable cob.

By gum I know how to live.

Paid for me bits and waddled over through Victoria centre and out on Mansfield Road, then up to Trinity Square, where I clandestinely slipped some seeds to the birds.

Took some photographs of ‘Bling’ for the TFZgals.

This one caught me eye – not just because of the price, but the interesting designs.

No idea what they were made of or from, but at these second-hand prices it must be something rare?

Caught the bus back to the hoppit, thank heavens again for the free pensioners bus-pass!

I only miss me licence and car when I need to move or collect something nowadays. I never thought I would get on so well without it.

Enjoyed the yob-free walk to the flea-pit and WC’d, put the kettle on an made me nosh. Had it early today – for some reason I felt peckish.

Beefburger cheesey cobs, cooked pickled beetroot, tomatoes, French’s New York BBQ sauce (Nor cheap but very good) followed by lemon cakes and an iced lolly.

Pig!

Watched a DVD while eating it – all of it this time.

Fell asleep…

Woke up with a jump, again had to think what time and day it was. Hehe, getting good at doing this I am).

Laptop on and started this diary. Emails from Mike Steeden and Kentucky Angel cheered me up.

BJ rang, he s picking me up twixt 10 and 1030hrs in the morning and we are going to the transport museum at Loughborough.

Lovely…

Took me medications.

Tried to do a graphic of Kentucky Angel.

Here it is:

.Not one of me best, but me hands were a bit shaky.

I hope she likes it?

Couldn’t sleep – watched a Falklands documentary on Youtube – moving not glorification.

TTFN folks…

Wed 22.4.15: Inchcock Today – Flummoxed

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Wednesday 22^nd April 2015

Woke up and lay there trying to remember me dreams without success – and realised I was shaking all over – not like in the song!

Went down and made up me medication pots, then nipped out and fed the pigeons – .

Then made a cuppa and got the laptop on. Fatima & Fred brought the family with em today.

Still feeling ‘Wrong’ in missen today… hard to explain but I’ve been making many errors and forgetting more stuff than even I usually do – worrying this is.

The sky was what I call ‘yobbo encouraging’ style today – that is clear sunny (not hot due to the wind) – threatening outbreaks of antisocial behaviour and already the young apprentice yobs are milling about at the end of the street!

I remember last summer and the hassle these nerks gave me with threatening behaviour and mugging me.

I do not want to go through that lot again – maybe apprehension is getting to me about this?

Did me tests: BP Sys 147 Dia 82 Pulse 89 Temp 31.2

Started to create this diary – not easy when yer mind is not with yer but off on it’s own little tangent like, if you know what I mean?

The shaking steadied down nicely – so I got Corel Pro-paint started and tried to learn some of it’s features.

I’m going to do a post header and then try to make it look aged in Corel Paintshop Pro.

I do not hold out much hope and am prepared for my usual failure… but hey-ho, here I go.

Back soon to post the results… I hope!

TTFN.

I’ve just popped back on to show yer me rather sad results of the first effort here:

Original wot I dun like here first.

The aged supposed to look like an old newspaper photo but doesn’t really does it now?

Still. I’ll use this aged one fer the Diary header methinks.

My next project was to see how easy it was to add vector text to a photo – it wasn’t!

I shan’t be attempting this again.

Next task to find out how easy it is to add raster text to a picture.

Back in a bit when I gerrit dun like…

No easier than the old Coreldraw9, in fact both methods are more complicated – or is it that I’m more used to using the old Coreldraw method?

Maybe.

I took a break to ring sister Jane to see if she enjoyed their gallivanting off to Concert Hall to hear the Czech Philharmonic after going for a meal. She said they both enjoyed the meal and the concert. Although they nodded off once or twice. They are off to get the free fish and chips with the Nottingham Post’s vouchers, and then going to the Senior Reds meeting for a nosh and drinkies later today. I said they were always busy bless em.

Should have cheered me that news, but…

Toyed with me Clive Danton Spiv photo wot I dun – applied Sepia to it and this is how it came out. Must send a copy to him in case he might use it in one of posts?

Got an email of support from Patti Bekert and Lynton Cox, they did brighten me up a bit.

Patti suggested I try St Johns Wort, so I’ll pop to the chemists in a bit to get some. Two genuine cyber-friends I don’t deserve but am so glad I’ve got!

I enjoyed doing the text for Patti’s photo, even though I couldn’t get the fill to change to wot I wanted it go to. Huh!

Had a wash and brush up and ventured out for a little wander down to the chemists.

No yobs about in fact not many people at all.

Got to chemists and the owner Deepak was in and very helpful he was too.

I asked the assistant about St Johns Wort Extract tablets and he came to me to explain about them.

They were £14.95 a pack of 60 so not too dear and I bought a box.

I asked if they would be okay to take with my other medications and he indicated it would be no problem at all.

I wondered down to the Lidl penitentiary and wondered round buying some biscuits and tinned mushrooms and left.

As I did I took a photograph of the sky and lack of people about.

I didn’t mind that – lack of people equals lack of yobs.

I plodded the roundabout route back to the concentration camp, feeling a little out of sorts and got the kettle on.

Made me nosh.

Bread Thins with thick sliced Sopocka sandwiches, tomatoes, small potatoes curried beans (Tesco brand, very mild) followed my an iced raspberry ice-cream lolly.

A slight change from me usual fair I know, but I ate it all this time, well nearly all of it.

Unfortunately while I was watching a DVD of All Creatures Great and Small I nodded off for a few hours.

Bit disoriented when I stirred.

Realised I’d missed me evening medications. Thought about it and took just one Warfarin tablet although they tell me not too if too late I just took the one instead of the dosage of three for today. Hope I’ve done right?

Took a Wort tablet too.

Despite the unplanned kip I still feel drowsy?

Did some graphic training – but the concentration no good, so turned to Facebooking for a while.

Tue 21.4.15: Inchcock Today – Confused actions implemented…

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Tuesday 21^st April 2015

Did me tests: BP Sys 167 Dia 97 Pulse 70.2 Temp 30.2

Athritis okay, Angina middling, Ulcer okay, Skin growths tingling, Hernia nothing, haemorrhoids no bleeding, Depression Bad.

Made a cuppa and started this bit of the diary, then posted yesterdays.

Not feeling very bright – low.

Had a bath and shave in readiness for me hospital visits.

Got the paperwork, bus-pass, nure nibbles etc and set off and caught the bus into town.

I was very nice today, the weather I mean.

I hobbled to the Y28 bus stop and caught one out to the Queens Medical Centre.

Of the 11 other people on the ride at setting off time, two of us were not using mobile phones.

En-route I had a look at the paperwork for the treatment centre appointment and caught a glance at the INR Warfarin level appointment log – and realised the appointment was for next Tuesday not today! They had given me a fortnight instead of the usual weekly appointment – how I managed to miss this I do not know – yes I do… I’m losing it!

Still it meant the nurses could have an unexpected surprise bag of nibbles at the haematology dep’t and I still had plenty of time to walk to the Treatment Centre at the back of the site.

So I called in to give em their treats and had a little natter with them.

As I was walking around the compound on me way to the Treatment Centre I noticed some vehicles parked rather naughtily on the double yellow lines at the crossing.

I saw later that some of them had been ticketed. Visitors or workers must hate having to go to work in their cars there.

I got to the centre and up the stairs to A Section and joined the queue at the reception desk.

Got to talk to a girl of the female species at the desk, handed her me paperwork and answered the usual questions – name date of birth address etc.

She handed me a bleeper and told me to sit down and someone will buzz me when ready. I thanked her sat down and waited for someone to buzz me.

When I was buzzed I went to the nurse and got the usual questions and she took me to sit in a corridor outside room 10 to wait for Dr Spyridon Schoinash.

A crossword or two later he came out and called me in.

Usual questions answered as well as deeper interrogation of me medical history – that took a while!

He then took a look at the growths on me back for a few minutes and declared they were a common form of skin cancer but must be removed.

Would it be alright if students attended my treatment as it is rare to have the chance of them learning from the removal and diagnosis of 7 spots at the same time?

‘Fine, no problem’ I said.

He filled in many forms and then handed me a few to give the receptionist on me way out, and one or two for me to keep after I signed them, anaesthetic and agreement to investigate and treat forms, Pre-operative information.

I thanked him and went out and joined the queue for the receptionist.

Gave her the paperwork and she gave me a form to fill in as much as I could – ‘Take a seat and return this to me when you’ve finished filling it in’

‘Yes’ I said and took a seat and filled in the form.

Then I joined the queue for the receptionist and returned it.

‘Take a seat while I make an appointment for you’.

‘Thank you’ I said.

She called me over to the reception desk after half an hour or so, and gave me more paperwork and told me to ‘Take a seat and someone will come to see you’.

I thanked her and tool a seat.

Later a lady came over – she looked a little flustered so I assumed she had been calling my name but I didn’t hear her?

I answered the usual questions.

She gave me a letter for an appointment on Friday 12th June at 1110hrs.

She also gave me a feedback form to fill in.

When I got back to the flea-pit I found a Clinical Pathology bag with a label with me details on with the paperwork – wonder if I was supposed to have this?

As I left the Treatment Centre I took a photo of er… a hand – not sure what it represented and thought it was vulgar if was supposed to be art – not that I know owt about art mind!

I was poddling back to the front of the hospital when a git of a pavement cyclist came passed from behind making me jump – then he pedalled over the crossing an up the other pavement.

The little rascal him!

Well, he was a big rascal really.

I thought it would be a good idea to got through the inside of the hospital and out of the main entrance instead of risking me limbs on the pavement.

I felt confident I could remember the way through… Ahem!

Went in through the Nose and Throat to the lifts, up to B floor and turn left when getting out… then the fun started… but eventually I got there.

Glad I did really because a ruckus taking place outside the main doors was not to be missed it was so funny – well to me like not the two blokes involved. I’d swear blind they were talking and shouting at each other in different languages. I assume they were both multi-lingual (Can’t touch em for that) but it sounded comical.

I caught a bus into town.

Called in the newspaper shop in Trinity Square and got a sausage and egg cob, then slipped the pigeons some seeds.

Took a photo of some ‘bling’ for the TFZ gals.

Caught the bus home to Carrington – the twitchell was occupied with several unsavoury looking yobs so I walked the long way around – where I was nearly knocked over by a gang of apprentice yobboes on bikes.

Made me nosh – the sausage and egg butty, french fries and tomatoes. Not a lot, but I’m not feeling hungry at all now – too down to bother.

Shaking a bit now Tsk!

Made a cuppa took me medications and got this diary started.

Feeling apprehensive still – can’t settle or concentrate like I want to.

Hey-ho. TTFN.

Inchcocks Memories Invoked by One old Photograph

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Down the alleyway between the cafe and the Naval Club was where my doctors was situated: Dr Foley. An elderly woman with a no fuss attitude, I liked her – I can picture her now – with her fussing and stern assistant/pharmacist/nurse who would light the gas-fire in the waiting room with a loud bang and flash of flame. I was on her books from 1949 to 1969.

The cafe (Can’t remember the name, something Latin I think? No doubt someone will be able to inform me I hope) The owner hired young near-do-wells like myself to sell hot dogs at the weekends in the city centre. I think they sold for 9p beefburgers 1/-. They were stored in hot water in compartments in the heavy and hard to push trolley base. The onions were horrible. Keeping folk from nicking the watered down ketchup and Daddies sauce was a problem.

To the right was the Hong Kong Restaurant. On more than one occasion they were prosecuted for some hygiene irregularity but there were so many brothers and sisters in the family, that when they were barred from running food premises, they just sold it to another family member. Mother worked there for a while – and often she was given tins with no labels on them to open and mix ready for the cook to prepare in dishes. One day she told Dad that one of these tins had a bit of label left on it – it was Top Cat cat food! Later they were done yet again, but I never heard any of the locals complain and it was always busy?

The Italian restaurant I cannot remember ever seeing anyone ever eat there. We used to joke that it must be a cover-base for the Mafia.

In later year I’d frequent the Naval Club, where the beer was only so-so but the company was great – I loved listening to the members stories of their war exploits.

In one of the flats above the Hong Kong restaurant lived a lass by the name of Maureen Hutterswaithe – a bonny lass generous with her foibles as I remember… but that might not be a suitable story for here. But it were grand!

Arkwright Street, my stomping ground as an underfed impecunious little ragamuffin.

Not all good memories but much missed nowadays in this greedy uncaring atmosphere I laughingly call life.

Hey-ho – so now I’m feeling a bit low…

Mon 20.4.15: Inchcock Today – More frustrations

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Monday 20^th April 2015

Up and down stairs, made a flask of tea.

Not feeling good at all.

Feeling worse after going out to spray the weeds in the back and found 3 pallets that someone has donated near me back door?

Attempted or planned break in? Yobs? Oh dear now I’m worried…

The dank sky misty sky didn’t cheer me up any either.

Laptop on to start this and get me LOMM posts done and off before BJ calls about lifting me to the Post office fer me pressie.

Forgot to take me BP and medications, I’ll do the BP etc later – took me medications a bit late like.

Must sort out me medication box’s for the cancer clinic visit tomorrow later as well.

Now I feel apprehensive taut worried and nervous – got enough to fret about with all the medical procedures this week without owt else – I’m genuinely getting so depressed again now – ashamed to tell yers, but something has to improve soon…

Managed to get the LOMM posts done anyroad.

BJ rang, he’s on his way be here in half-an-hour.

Got he ablutions done and went down and fed the pigeon family their lunch.

BJ Picked me up and we went to fetch the musical pressie from Shirley Blamey from the Post Office.

BJ dropped me off back at the demolition site and carried the box in for me. He is going to a train museum in Loughborough on Friday and asked if I wanted to go with him. I thanked him and said I would.

The sky had brightened and I took a poddle down the front shops to get some tomatoes.

Called in Lidl got some tomatoes cobs and mushrooms.

Walked around for a few minutes appreciating the spring weather but dreading what advantage of the light nights the local yobs will take… apprehensively I toddled back to the dump.

The sky looked wonderful as I passed the OAP home. Thinking I should be in there – somewhere I could feel safe and secure in?