I realised I’d missed last nights medications. I saw the pot there at the side of me, still full – huh!
WC’d, things getting a little loose again. The rumbling and grumbling was persisting just when I thought they were abating too.
The knees were well bad this morning, and when I put in me hearing-aids heard them cracking away like crisps being crushed when I moved.
Even Anne Gyna was painful. However the back passage-piles were okay with no bleeding. The ulcer was as good as gold. The front teggies gave only a bit of pain (Must get to the dentist), then again I’m not eating at the moment.
Laptop on, Coreldraw9 crashed immediately when I chose the import option. Rebooted tried again and gave up.
Tried to do the work on Serif Draw x6, but didn’t know how to import to get the original size of graphics. I have to drag-t0-size on import?
Gave up again and got a good wash and brush up and got the things ready for the launderette, the gals nibbles, soap tablets, softener, drier balls and a choc bar for myself to nibble.
Set off to the launderette in the high gusty winds, fed some pigeons clandestinely en-route.
Well, all the machines were in use bar one – the one that folk don’t like to use because it doesn’t spin fast and it takes more money in the drier. As I resigned meself to another expensive day I spotted Grizelda at the back and that cheered me up somewhat.
She smiled at me and waved and parts of my anatomy were girded into movements unknown in months.
I realise that nothing could come of these fantasies wot I have over her – she is about a foot taller than I, years younger and yet still I yearn… Will I ever learn?
Got the machine going and Big John came in laughing because four of the machines had his washing in them – then he started flirting with Grizelda, who has taken a fancy to him – Huh cobblers and Tsk! It didn’t bother me at all, I wasn’t jealous, oh no…
Grizelda came towards me and my heart pounded, despite being part metal and plastic… she smiled and said: “Would you like tea?” in her wonderful deep voiced yet delicate Polish accent. I think I mumbled ‘Yes please…’
I then started fretting, thinking I might have left the tap running in the bathroom. Unable to get the feeling out of me mind I walked back to the dump to check it out. Of course the taps were not running… but I had left the laptop on, so I closed it down.
On the way back I bought a newspaper to read and then back to the launderette.
An interesting article:
‘This is the astonishing moment a group of frustrated Nottingham tram passengers picked up and moved a Mini off the road after its driver blocked two trams when she parked across the tracks.
The fed-up bystanders shifted the car after the trams were delayed for 15 minutes. Incredibly the female driver had left her motor illegally parked on double yellow lines in Nottingham at 11.1oam yesterday.
The red-faced driver eventually returned from a nearby coffee shop to find her car moved and a penalty ticket waiting from a Nottingham Community Protection Officer.
Adding to her growing misery, the driver was then serenaded by ironic whoops and cheers from the swelling crowds as she quickly performed an illegal U-turn and drove off.
Eventually got the washing dried and packed up and BJ offered me a lift to Asda.
When we arrived I was surprised at the queues for the petrol station – are we due price rise or something?
Please advise me if you should know owt like?
Big John came with me to the microwaves in store and I carefully selected the most appurtenant and suitable model for my particular requirements. (The cheapest). We split to do our shopping, I didn’t get much: Microwave, Feasters beefburgers (Very tasty), bleach, Bread thins and a pack of mini Swiss rolls.
BJ ran me back to the flea-pit, I thanked him and he shot off.
I put me washing away and then the shopping.
Made a cuppa, laptop on and no internet connection – I realised I’d turned off the hub earlier, so went down and turned it back on. Had a dizzy spell coming back up the stairs… not a back un, only lasted for a few seconds and then dissipated. I think it might be due to me low Warfarin INR level? It don’t help when I miss me doses – what a plonker!
Updated this diary to here, then did a bit of work on another post entitled (As of now anyway) ‘Things nobody says to me any more’.
Used up three and a bit hours there no problem. Tsk!
Many WC visits later I made a cuppa ready to take me evening medications and found the INR report and dosage record had been delivered.
Level up to 2.4, so going the right way at last – they had made another appointment for this Thursday. It’s all go innit?
No rest fer the wicked. (If that’s true, how come the politicians haven’t all collapsed? – Just a thought like.)
After a night interposed with many uncomfortable rumbling-innards prompted visits to the porcelain.
I forced myself up into physical activity – much against the wishes of Anne Gyna and Arthur Itis.
Pain below me right elbow still with me – no bother from the ulcer, and no dizzies up to now.
WC’d.
Made a cuppa and a pot of porridge with honey and did some Facebooking.
WC’d.
Watched some old stuff TV on YouTube (Heartbeat).
Had a good scrub-up and abluted and noticed that the two front teeth that the dentist had filled had both gone black?
Urgh!
Pondered on if I should try having a walk today or not.
Decided to risk it ‘for a Swisskit’ (anyone remember that advert for the chocolate bar from… I don’t know when, ages ago?) and poddle to Sherwood to take me togs to the Nottingham Hospice charity shop, then call at the dentists and last to get a small cooked nosh from the hot food place.
As I arrived near Sherwood the sky looked amazing.
Though I’d check me Lotto numbers at the paper shop. After so many years of trying and only getting one win – £10 and that was shared – I can’t think of anything more futile… Huh, nor one number!
Mind you I’m not surprised.
Fortuitously the Library was open and I sated the demands of me rumbling innards in their WC. Phew!
Halfway up the second hill I spotted two mobility scooters outside a shop and none outside the pub which is normal.
I pressed on up and arrived at the Hospice shop and gave them me bits, then up to the dentist. Where I had a Senior Moment…
I pushed at the door and it was locked, so I read the opening hours on the door and thought well it says here that they are open 0840hrs t0 1700hrs on a Friday… why are they not open now at 1345hrs?
Quick as a flash I got it within minutes – today is a Saturday!
I called in the hot food shop and got a tray of roast potatoes and… er, some meat or other like mince but it wasn’t mince to take home and reheat later.
As I was limping back to the dump I thought I’d take a more scenic route, longer, more hilly but with more trees and that like.
So I did.
I turned right down Haydn Road. As I plodded down it the Second Hand Car Sales place that reminds me so much of George Coles Arthur Daley in Minders place from the 70’s TV show.
I don’t think I’d be confident enough to risk getting a car from there somehow.
I carried on down and as I approached the pelican lights a sign that I’ve seen endless times on the side of the road made me smile for once as I saw a funny connotation attached to it today. The sign, behind the red car read: Humped Zebra Crossing…
I bet that made him jump? Hehehe!
I got to the end of the road and turned left up the tree lines hill called Devonshire Drive.
I thought at the time, feeling so much better than yesterday like: “I can do this without any problem!”
And started to ascend the hill with grim determination and a commitment to get to the top in good spirits and maybe jump up then like wot Rocky did in Rocky 3 like…
Third of the way or so up and I stopped to get me breath – but soon started off again showing great spirit bravery and bravado!
So proud of missen I wor.
About halfway up I stopped once again momentarily, the angina starting now and me feet and knees joined in too.
I began to think I maybe made a bad decision in taking this route back to the flea-pit now…
me stick.
Nearly at the top now in this photos.
I realised as I struggled on that I may have seen my last marathon, game of squash, bungee jump or parachute jump as the pains emanating from various quarters of my decrepit ageing flobadob body were increasing in intensity and I needed to get to a WC quicker than I was doing.
Thank heaven the summit was only a few yards away and I turned right into Carrington and down the hill.
So glad to make it to the porcelain, but the bleeding was back.
I ate the reheated whatever it was meal and enjoyed it – then said a little prayer for it not to start off the rumbling and a-grumbling innards.
As I was washing the pots I managed quite skilfully and without any planning to drop the vinegar bottle right onto me corn on me right foot and said ‘Flipping heck’.
Made a cuppa and limped a little more acutely than normal, up and laptop on, took medications.
I really did spring awake this morning around 0530hrs – I laid there thinking how nice it was to remember so much details of the dream I’d just been having – when something happened that sent these facts into the ether of unimportance…
I passed wind and boy what a mess!
While I spent a considerable time on the porcelain I recalled what I’d written on me yesterdays Diary: “I haven’t had a single evacuation from the rear all day… bit worrying that!” – Never a truer statement has been made!
Oh yes, the Rumbling innards are back with a vengeance.
No moving from the bathroom much for me today…
Got missen cleaned up and refreshed.
Went downstairs and took the bins out for collection so as they will not be missed this week by the gentlemen of the Nottingham Hygiene Collection and Recycling Team.
Made a cuppa and went back up and started the laptop – another call to the porcelain – unpleasant.
Took me morning medications, then returned to the porcelain – where is it all coming/slithering from?
I know I’ve got a rather protruding flabby wibbly-wobbly stomach but how it has held all that is coming out now, I don’t know.
As I washed last nights pots I wondered which of the foods I’d eaten yesterday might have caused this unpleasantness?
Put me togs in soak, and updated this Diary of Woe.
Of course now I can remember nothing of the dreams I’d had. Tsk!
I wondered what had caused this malady to return? The minced beef slices, or the BBQ Ribsteak burger? Or neither?
Or perhaps the French Horns. (Being addicted to them, I hope this is not the case!).
No further movements at this moment (0729hrs) but plenty of worrying gurgling and rumblings going on from the innards.
Good job I have a decent stock of toilet paper and other items still to hand from the last bother that I had of a similar nature.
As I went down to make another brew, terrible thirst this morning, me other ailments made themselves known to me:
Anne Gyna, Arthur Itis, Hem Arroids and D. Uodenal were I think a little envious of the ‘Gurgling rumbles and trots taking the spotlight for once. Hehehe!
I took a look in me refrigerator to check the use-by-dates on me food for a family of five stocks.
Suddenly I felt rather ill.
Sat down for a while and was back to my normal self in half an hour or so.
Wonder if this has anything to do with me INR Warfarin level being so low?
Still, on the bright side the haemorrhoids are not bleeding or too painful, I haven’t had a ‘Whoopsidangleplop’ yet today, no dizzy-spells and after the first forced involuntary messy evacuation the other ‘managed’ evacuations have not been as pungent.
Hello here it comes again…
I’m back again, Phwor!
Made another cuppa to quench me rabid thirst.
Now I know how convenient it is having the WC in the bathroom.
Updating the diary of woe and somehow managed to lose all me additional writings on me word processor.
I expect it’s something to do with catching the touch-pad that I cannot turn off – gets a bit frustrating and annoying that does, especially when you don’t feel to well. Huh!
Did some Face-booking.
Then worked on a Nottingham Lads Security True Tales of Woe and managed to get it finished and posted of to me blog.
The rumbling brewing and nervousness and expectation of involuntary movements remain.
Managed a pasty and some bread – hopefully it won’t bother the innards too much – oh dear, yes it will…
Last night I had braised beef in onion gravy with soft bread followed by a yoghurt ice lolly, mousse and my medications. Mmmm!
But the wind… of dear, very persistent and noisome putrid pestiferous poohs meritorious of the Houses of Parliament… that bad! Oh dear…
I got up late at o540hrs and beautified missen ready for me extra Queens Medical Centre Haematology INR level test.
No blood from me rear-end, gel on me knees and ankles and the bruise on me head was almost gone.
Made up a bag of nibbles for the nurses, made sure I’d got umbrella, bus pass, INR record card, cash, reading glasses, hearing aids etc.
Set-off in the rain so caught a bus instead of walking to town in case I gotted soaked again like on Monday.
Chocolate Pound on the left next to a real Pound coin
Popped into the chemists first to pick-up me blood-release tablets that they had ran out of when I picked up me monthly dollop of medications, and had a bit of fun with the girl on the counter that went down very well and all four of the staff laughed with or at me:
When Safira gave me the bag of Trental tablets, I pretended to read it and saying out loud “Oh one pound eh…” Then produced my earlier prepared gigantic chocolate pound coin and handed it to her. A lovely grin came over her face and she turned to the others and showed it to them and wallah… everyone laughing at the same time.
I really got satisfaction from that.
Patients having a fag out in the rain – addicts each and every one – Bless em!
Bus out to the QMC where on getting to the entrance I was tickled to see patients outside, some in wheelchairs some on drips, outside having a fag under the No Smoking signs. Bless em!
I was soon seen to and the samples taken and had me injection of Warfarin straight into me ticker and was back out into the rain and on the bus back into town.
Swallowed me midday medications then I took a photo on the bus through the front window but for some reason found it was far too blurred – again – to use?
Evenin’ ‘all!
Getting the shakes is not doing my photographicalisational reputation any good at all!
As I dropped off the bus the Police paddy-wagon had pulled up a car and three plain-clothed officers were trying to ejecting the occupants.
The incident took place in front of the bus-stop my sister uses.
Plenty of buses in Nottingham this afternoon competing with the ebullient Nottinghomian citizenry for the right of way…
Wonder what they’d done?
I didn’t ask like.
I poddled up the stairs (Painfully) to the walk-over (Muggers paradise) to take a few of shots of the wonderfully, pleasant, happy, merry, joyous, contented, sweet, kind, philanthropic Nottinghomian’s on Upper Parliament street in the rain.
Took a walk through the open market, but is was bereft of any choice, many stalls unoccupied and the owners of the stalls were obviously not happy as they glared at people as if to say “Yes.. you dare disturb me!”
John Lewis Department store window today
I had a wobble though the rest of Victoria Shopping Centre and the first window I came to as I entered it was the High Class (Claimed by them anyway, the prices Are high) John Lewis department store windows.
I was intrigued by the display windows I must say, felt something was missing like…
I noted some shoppers coming into the centre who were absolutely soaked through.
Me attempt at an atmospheric piccy
So I nipped back to the walk-over to take a photo in the heavy rain in an effort to try and get another atmospheric one.
It didn’t come out like that really, but it did catch some more Nottinghomians crossing against the lights. Oh it didn’t… the lights must just changed as I took it – Huh!
Hehehe!
One of many of Inchcock’s Weaknesses
I wandered to Tesco and managed to get some cheesy seaweed and gravy granules, then had another losing fight with my conscience over whether to purchase some fresh cream French Horns or not to purchase some fresh cream French Horns…
I purchased some fresh cream French Horns. Tsk!
I slipped the pigeons some seed on Trinity Square as I made me way to catch the bus back to Carrington and the flea-pit.
Got rather wet between the bus-stop in Carrington and the front door.
WC’d hurriedly.
Got changed and put two beef slices in the microwave and made some rich gravy and poured it over them when cooked – had some bread and sauce with em followed by the fresh cream French Horns. (Guilty mode adopted)
Had a scrub-up took me evening medications while continually coughing sneezing and passing wind.
Watched a Heartbeat DVD while I ate me nosh.
I haven’t had a single evacuation from the rear all day… bit worrying that!
Dreamt of working in a security gatehouse with other officers and trying to get out to do a patrol but everything stopped me – forgetting keys and codes – getting lost on the gigantic spread out site – being RT’d back to the gatehouse – sinking in the mud… ended up trying to climb a fair wheel, no idea why but fell or got lost on it every-time… weird but I think I’ve had this dream or one similar before?
Got up latish 0630hrs – made a cuppa took medications and put water heater on – started this diary up to here.
Noted we had a red sky this morning through the drizzling rain. Red sky in the morning – Shepherds warning as me Dad used to say. That reminds me, I’ve got a shepherds pie in the freezer.
Titivated myself then got the laundry things ready.
Made up the nibbles bag for the launderette girls and BJ.
Set off to the launderette, chatted up Griselda (Another failure there) and set about doing me washing.
Taking out me bag with the book, lavender scented soap-bubbles, softener and drier balls I became aware of an extra strong scent of lavender present – the bubbles had burst and soaked me book into unreadability! I was on the last chapter too… Curse!
Then BJ noticed that none of the six machines belting away had any water in them and called Grizelda, who at first seemed puzzled then realised she had not turned the water on – so several customers were not happy.
The driers took £3 this week – we think the owner had cut down the time or temperature on them.
Just a bit of fun added to this photo
BJ and I had a natter and when we were a lot worse off financially and the washing was done BJ put all the bags in his car and we set off for Asda.
Some incident had occurred near the school and we were sent away on another route by the nice policemen who seemed to really appreciate having their photograph taken…
We arrived at Asda and parked-up at one of the almost full Disabled Parking Only Bays – BJ checking the cars out to see if any able bodied louts had parked there.
I should mention that BJ is a registered Disabled Blue Card Badge holder.
We split up to do the shopping and I made for the gardening section and got some pots of weed-killer first thing. Why do I always think of George Osborne when buy weed-killer recently?
Then I spent a fortune… microwaveable beef ribs orange juice, mousses, yogurts, bleach, mini Swiss rolls, burgers and frankfurters to mention a few.
I went through the self-serve checkout and had to ask for help a few times. Thus attracted the well known expression from the girl that said “Why do these old twits come in here?”
We were soon back at the dump and BJ handed me the bags from the car and shot off, me thanking him profusely for his help.
WC’d.
Put the clean laundry and nosh away… all bar the microwaveable BBQ ribs. I ate them with a cuppa and some bread.
A letter arrived, it was the results from the INR Warfarin level tests – far too low so I’ve got to go back again on Thursday for another test.
Still emitting wind coughing and sneezing a bit today. Although it’s hardly worth mentioning the passings of wind I’ve had them for so long now I almost expect them and am learning to accept the olid, noxious aroma that they distribute. I can’t try charcoal tablets because they may absorb the other medications I’m on?
On the bright side (What’s that?) no blood from the rear-end although sore, Anne Gyna has been very fair to me today, Arthur Itis as normal, ulcer no bother and the cut lip is healing well.
I realised then I’d not taken me bits to the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop in Sherwood. Tomorrow if Iceland is not too late I’ll take them I hope.
I yet again sprang awake at 0520hrs this time, passed me morning medication time but still.
WD’d, then made a cuppa and a pot of porridge and took the medications.
Spent a good few hours trying to get my head around Serif Draw x6 without much progress. Doing lines on text involves many more steps than in Coreldraw9 and to delete a guideline needs six steps opposed to just selecting and pressing delete in Coreldraw.
Got missen washed and brushed up and set off on me walk to the Nottingham Arboretum to see the mallards and pigeons.
Around the first corner at the end of the street I managed to avoid whoopsiedangleplop on some Canine Nottingham Street-Art, presumably designed with the assistance of their pet hound – judging by the ‘Spread’ of the artistic blobs the owner must have been in a rush and forcefully pulling the poor thing along?
The view looked like somehting out of an old black and white picture as I wended me way through the jitty onto Mansfield Road.
Sneaking some seeds to the pigeons as I whistled and looked up to the sky – then saw yobboes lurking near the passageway so took the long route as I didn’t feel too comfortable about the three lads drinking and shouting about something or other.
As I was walking down the road a 1962 Ford Zepher passed by, saw it coming so had time to grab me camera to take a photo of it. Gloriously memory tweaking seeing that, they were converted for Ford by Farnham Estates and very few were made. A rare treat to see one nowadays, and the engine sounded in good nick too.
So I looked ahead and took a photograph of where I had to walk to get on me way to the Nottingham Arboretum.
Straight on to the traffic lights on the corner of Hucknall Road in the distance on this photograph.
Got to the traffic lights and took a photo of the next stretch of Mansfield Road down to the traffic island at the junction of Gregory Boulevard alongside the Forest recreation ground.
A fair but of traffic around considering it is a Sunday.
The weather still a bit gloomy, but not me. I was feeling surprisingly perky at this stage, the ailments not too bad… apart from the angina but I can’t have it all ways can I now.
Pressed on singing away to meself to traffic islands and turned right.
To the pedestrian crossing you see in the picture and crossed over it and started to walk along the side of the recreations ground.
Where they are building something new for the kids, it might be football pitches perhaps.
Took a photograph of the piles of grit and sand stacked all over the old field because I thought how they looked like mole-hills… Giant mole-hills. Hehehe!
As I turned to carry on me walk no less the three police cars belted passed en-route towards the City Centre with their Blues & Twos activated.
A few yards further along Gregory Boulevard I turned down a path into the recreation ground, seeing these cars parked where they were, you can understand it, the sign is not big enough and they are Nottingham folk after all said and done!
Bless em!
I walked passed the cars and into and across the Forest ground on the footpaths you can see int picture, and up the hill to the right.
Half way up i stopped to catch me breath a bit, but moved n without resting as a rather large dog on its own was coming up behind me and showing its teeth!
Up the path opposite almost to the end of it and then I turned right up an old cobble-stone path steeply rising to the top and Waverley Street.
As I looked up the path I began to regret taking this route a bit… but the cobble stones first erected as a road surface must have been designed so the horses could get a good grip when pulling drays and trams on the main roads.
Damp as it was, I didn’t slip on the hill at all.
When I got to the top of the hill Arthur Itis knees were complaining.
It was not too cold and there were very few folk about anywhere up here on the hill top.
I had a look at the memorial plynth for the local WW1 soldiers lost.
It’s been renovated and looked almost new – I fear with it being out of the way vandals may visit it soon with their grafitti or worse.
But I was soon recovered and crossed over and down Waverley Street passing the tram stop for the Nottingham High School buildings.
“Ah… this is better!” I thought, downhill to the Arboretum gates.
Still uncommonly quiet, so much so it made me nervous, bearing in mind I was on my way down this hill to go into the place where I was mugged last year.
Shudder!
No one about at the entrance to the grounds (Mind you there wasn’t last August either).
I emtered and started to walk down towards the duck pond and saw several squirrels on the grass near some bushes.
I took some photos but for some reason they all came out very smudgy and blurred. A bit disappointed with that, but the least bad one I’m posting here – if you could have seen them with your own eyes you’d have been fascinated like wot I was I think.
They seemed to be playing with each other like children.
Sorry about the quality or lack of I should say.
I walked through the trees where I was set-upon intentionally so as to break any lingering fears I thought.
Hobbled (And by now I Was hobbling) Down and around to the ponds edge and despite everything felt grateful that I could still get about and so many interesting things for me to do locally – but mostly so glad I had remembered me free pensioners bus-pass to use to get home later.
I opened me bag of meal-worms ready for the Mallards and got the seeds ready for the pigeons and walked around the pond to the spot where they can get out and to the food easily.
I fed the little mites getting joy and satisfaction from dong so – I’m easily pleased.
I’m amazed at how well the mallards always seem to get on with the pigeons, cause mallards are not known for their passive nature are they?
The Aviary had now got some birds in the cages, no idea what they were but they had attracted a good few folk sat watching them.
My final visit in the Arboretum was to my favourite few square yards of unkempt land near the gates at the bottom of the hill end.
The wild flowers that grow here get me admiration for how they not only survive but seem to flourish against all the odds.
Nature at its best this patch.
I walked into town down Waverley Street and along Shakespeare Street on my way to Tesco to see if they had any cheesey seaweed in stock.
As I passed the Central Fire Station I looked up at the building – not a good idea as it happened and I stubbed me toe on the kerbside – Cursed, and .replied I was okay thank you to the kind young man with the gloves on who asked me if I was alright.
Called into Tesco, they had one packet of me seaweed left so I snaffled it.
As I came out to go to the bus stop I caught another Nottingham pavement cyclist and a few more Nottinghomians crossing the road against the lights at the same time. Naughty!
Caught the bus back to the hoppit.
Met neighbour who told me that a coach of visiting students had been attacked by a gang as it drove through Broxtowe earlier today. That might have been where the police vehicles I saw were going?
Got in the dump, WC’d put the kettle on and WC’s again? Oh dear…
I had six microwave sausages and some instant mash, followed my a lemon yoghurt.
WC’d, then started to update this diary.
Then made a big faux pas.
I took me morning medications in mistake for me night medications, well six of theeighboum before I realised. Then took me night medications with the Warfarin, but avoided those that were to be taken morning and night if yer see wot I mean like? – Tummy-ache within half an hour but still here. Tsk!
Must remember tomorrow INR tests (I’ve already put me record card in me bag ready so I don’t forget it again) Then I’m meeting Pete at 1200hrs at his bus stop in town.
Didn’t get off to kip until gone 0300hrs despite feeling drained.
Up at 0517 hrs and WC’d, bleeding from the back-end.
Started laptop and took me medications.
Staying in today until or if the Serif-Draw package is delivered.
The knees were bad, and the wind from all quarters chronic really never ending. I’m thinking of calling at the Army & Navy surplus stores for a gas-mask for misssen? But all other medical ailment not bad at all, even Anne Gyna is behaving herself.
I phoned sister Jane to see what time I should meet her tomorrow to go to the hospital with her, bit of support like cause she don’t like going bless her. Hubby Pete said he could not go with her because they had the fish being delivered on Friday and he had to wait in for it.
I finished and posted yesterday’s diary and did some graphics, but Coreldraw9 crashed again.
The DrawPlusx6 package came though the letterbox – I was anticipating a courier delivering it and it being a lot larger because I’d ordered a manual with it, it was just a CD along with the very thin manual. When I’ll get time to install it and learn how it works I’m not sure.
I titivated myeself and got the Nottingham Hospice things in me bag, visited the porcelain and set off on me walk into Sherwood
I managed about six yards and realised I’d still got me reading glasses on, so returned and got me bi-focal spectacles on.
I poddled down to Mansfield Road and
turned left at St John’s Church to find some brand new Nottingham Street Art just before the bus-stop.
As I was photographing this original piece of Yobbo-art I espied a burke-on-a-bike approaching so managed to get a shot of the git coming – being reprimanded – and going.
I quoted loudly my usual “If you’re too scared to ride on the road you shouldn’t be on a bike youth!”
His one word reply reminded me I’d got a visit to the genito urinary clinic coming up soon.
Onward up the hill, down the hill, and up the next hill into Sherwood and the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop and left me bits for them.
I called in the take-away food shop and got something to take home and reheat later – chicken in batter and roast potatoes £3.50 and very tasty it was too.
As I came out of the food shop there was an altercation going on between a group of chaps that was getting verbally heated with all the signs of it about to develop into physical violence showing.
I hobbled away and stood to watch them from a safe distance.
No idea what language they were speaking in such anger, Eastern European of some sort I think.
The police arrived and one of the officers spoke their tongue and that seemed to calm them all down.
I moved on down the hill and continued me walk back to Carrington.
Outside the Methodist Chapel… no they call them Churches nowadays, in my younger days the Primitive Methodists called them Halls or Chapels, the new sign caught my attention and made me ponder on it. If only it were true we would be a lot wiser.
Got back to the hovel and reheated and consumed me nosh – lovely it were.
Tiredness and fatigue overcame me again and I soon fell asleep. Missed both me midday and evening medication doses today… oh dear…
At least I managed to get some kip in – not before time either.
Decent kip, got a few hours in and remembered bit of some dreams wot I’d ‘ad:
I wus tangled up in a barbed wire fence, but felt no pain as I tore off fingers flesh and lost an eye in me vain struggle to free missen – then some aliens landed and stood and looked at me for a while – then they tutted and got into a 1959 Standard Vanguard car they had taken out of their space-pod thing and drove off, me shouting after them that they could not drive ‘ere without a proper licence…?
I found myself in a kamikaze fighter, but it was a British one, and although a Fairly Swordfish torpedo fighter it had a sat-nav on the pilots dash and Tony Blairs voice was shouting out which of the Iraqi trawlers to dive into…?
Hey-ho!
I tried to get up to use the WC and was aching in both shoulders and Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna grumbling a bit and bleeding from me haemorrhoids.
This is not going to be a good day I felt…
Cuppa and medications taken, laptop started and did some graphics for later – until Coreldraw9 froze again. Had to go through force shutting down and restarting procedure.
Got me laundry togs ready, then had a spruce-up. I used the new three-bladed Bic razor this morning – it didn’t take too much time to stem the bleeding.
I was determined not to forget anything today. Hahaha!
Set off with me bags of washing and realised I had not got me mobile phone in me pocket. Tsk!
Found Big John already there.
Bertha was on duty today and we all had a little natter and I gave her her nibbles.
I had to use one big and the one small machine. Read me booke while BJ went to the cafe for his breakfast.
When the machines had stopped and I was taking the clothes out to put in the drier a ‘Clunk’ was heard… as the flipping mobile phone fell to the floor!
Boy was I annoyed with missen!
I suppose I’d left the ruddy thing in the pocket of one of me far-to-long-but-very-comfortable and warm pyjama pockets?
Wet and dead… and only 6 months old. (Well I had her for six months) Just my barrow too, simple and uncomplicated. Tsk!
BJ took it to pieces to see if it could be rescued but no, it was a gonna!
Good job it was only a cheapo old one.
He said for me to go to Asda with him and we’ll see if the SimCard still worked and I could a cheap phone would work on the EE network wot it is on. Bless him.
Bertha couldn’t stop laughing! At least I’d made someone happy today.
BJ was not too happy with me rampant flatulence in his car as he took me to Asda, but he understood all the same.
I was feeling weary and tired without a good reason now.
We arrived at the Asda superstore and I spotted a dirty great big bird sat on top of the Asda sign above the entrance and got me camera out but was too late. I think it might have been a sparrow-hawk if your interested in knowing wot it wus I missed…
We went to the electrical department first to sort out a mobile phone, but there was no one there. Another member of staff told us that they were on break upstairs and would be back in ‘a bit’.
So we split and did us shopping to meet up at the check-out later then try again for the phone.
As I pottered about getting some beef and onions slices, yoghurt, jellies, bleach, disinfectant and bread feeling even more drained now, BJ came to me and said we’ll go now to see about the phone because he had frozen foods in his trolley.
So we did.
They had (In the cheaper simpler older phone range like) four to choose from and one was just like the one that I’d drowned in soapy water and on a fiver… yes £5, so I got that one and the kind lady seeing me struggling with trying to get me old sim-card into it did it for me.
It worked okay. Phew!
As we left the car park and stopped at the traffic lights I apologised to BJ again fer me unplanned escapages of wind, and noticed a chap on a mobility scooter almst skid to a halt and jumped put of it and into a Chicken & Pizza parlour take-away, I’ve seen anyone move so quick. Young lad he was.
BJ dropped me off at the flea-pit and handed me me shopping and laundry.
I thanked him and off he went home.
Before putting owt away I wearily climbed the stairs to the WC – bit worried now about why I feel so drained and tired?
Maybe it was some sort of aftershock after me Whoopsiedangleplop the other day? Don’t like feeling like this.
Put the washing away, then the nosh and made a flask ot tea and went up to start this diary.
Found a giant chocolate £1 coin I’d forgotten about getting yesterday for the launderette gals.
Wish I could think of something funny to write about it.
Can anyone help me out with a caption please?
Crickey, I’m sneezing like a good un now. Huh!
I put the new mobile on charge and almost fell asleep doing this diary?
Sad innit?
Hope to have some microwave sausage sarnies later, if I can stay awake that is.
It makes a change from not being able to sleep, mind you I ain’t nodded off yet.
Enjoyed me sausage sandwiches and spent a few hours trying y nod-off without any luck – odd innit how when one (Note I slipped in a Royal ‘One’ there) is feeling so tired and drained and still can’t sleep?
I stirred about 030ohrs – WC (no blood but plenty of pain), made a cuppa, started laptop put heater on.
Angina bad, arthritis fair, ulcers, blue bruises and aches from me Whoopsiedangleplop abating nicely.
Finalised yesterday’s diary and posted it.
Laptop making odd bleeping noises? Maybe my catching the flippin’ ‘unturnoffable’ touch pad had caused it?
Did me contributions for LOMM.
Then Facebooked a bit, keeping an eye on the time so I’m not late for me Queens Medical Centre INR tests.
I’m not feeling in the slightest bit anacreontic this morning.
I had to attend to the back passage again – yer know like, clean up the blood and tenderise the little mites with the cream, had a dizzy while doing this… it’s the revealing of little every day facts like this that keep me going yer know? Hehehe!
Got the bag of goodies ready for the nurses at the QMC and one for the staff at the clinic. Then made sure I’d got me hearing aids in, right glasses on me nose, angina tabs, blood swabs, right shoes and clothes on, bird seed, mallard earthworms, medications and hearing aid fresh batteries with me etc. and proudly set off to catch the bus to town.
Buy Jiminy it were colder than I thought when I set out, the cars and road were still covered in a thick jack-frost.
Brrr!
I got to the end of the road and realised I’d not got me mobile phone with me so returned and collected it. (Thought I was doing well like – Tsk!)
Off again, fed the pigeons while I thought no one was looking and caught a bus into town – a very full bus with a big bloke sat on one seat with his bag on the one next to him and people standing! Couldn’t believe it – I approached him and asked him nicely to move his bag so an elderly lady could sit down. He started using broken English and smiling but was not getting the message – I picked up his bag and put it on his lap – this he didn’t like and suddenly spoke perfect English to admonish me… luckily this triggered some other passengers on the bus to offer me support and he gave up and put it back on his lap – fuming openly! The lady thanked me for intervening bless her. I’m just glad that he didn’t get physical because he wont half a big un… Phew!
I gorroff the bus and nipped into the Poundshop to get a pack of the cheapo Lion bars.
Out and across the road and caught a bus out to the Queens Medical Centre – and remembered en-route I had forgotten to take me Anticoaguation card with me – Blimey what will I forget next? No problem though I thought, plenty of time before the clinic appointment. I’ll nip up the D floor and get a copy from the Anticoagulation clinic first – they seem to accept the fact that I’m going gaga and don’t say too much about it when I forget more often than take it with me on me appointment days recently, bless them.
Feeling a bit ‘Not-as-well-as-I-should’ like, I took the lift up today – eventually!
Not having used them before, I got in the first one to arrive, nobody warned me of the scrum skills one needs to survive the experience against the opposition squad lift users team.
Anyroad, it went down to A (I was on B), thinking it would to go up then, it did to B, then down to A, then up to B, then down to A, then up to back to B – despite my pressing the D floor button. Everyone who fought their way into it got off without a word, I assumed after growing a beard that this lift must be dedicated to use between these two floors – but why the other floors option buttons?
So I abandoned the lift and waited for another. This one got me to D floor – I’d almost forgotten why I was going to D floor by now… Hehe.
I went in and joined the queue, and when my turn at the reception came the lady looked up saw me, cocked her head to one side and gave me her standard look that said clearly “Oh dear him again” – I didn’t have to explain why I’d called. She asked if I’d got me Alert Card with me – I had and handed it to her and she printed of a new record card for me. I have to keep the Alert Card with me at all time and show it any medical professional before being treated – so they don’t kill me with aspirin or whatever. This is the lady that kindly printed me a spare card a few weeks when I lost the one I had saying: “I’ll print off a spare for when you lose this one…” Bless her cotton socks.
I limped down the stairs rather than risk the lists again to B floor.
There were many folk in the queue and I took me ticket and sat down to fill in me form… taking a crappily took photo of them from behind first.
Now more bother and hassle dawned – I realised that I should not have attended today – I knew as soon as I saw next Mondays date on the newly printed Record Card yer know – I pick up on things like that… eventually sometimes!
What a class one dick-head with bar I am!
Feeling rather embarrassed and ashamed of meself again – I walked into the blood room and gave the nurses their nibble carrier bag and told them wot I’d done – it says a lot that none of them said owt, just accepted it as normal like? Oh dear.
The next bit of hassle then came:
Phoning the clinic to see if I was due there today. Luckily I had the number in me mobile – but could I understand what whoever answered the phone was saying? No! Luckily a woman stood next time heard my difficulties wot I was having and took the mobile and spoke for me asking them wot I asked – No clinic today, it’s next Tuesday! I thanked the lady profusely and red faced I left the hospital.
Which is not the place I expected to see any Nottingham Canine Street Art really. But there it was about twelve foot from the hospital entrance.
I thought I’d catch a bus into Bulwell and go and see if any of the freezer shops had got any of me favourite blackcurrant and ice-cream lollies in stock yet. They hadn’t.
Soon caught 35 Bus into Bulwell, and had a go at me crosswords en-route, even managed to get a few answers to some I’d started weeks ago.
I assembled all the photos I took in Bulwell Market of the mobility scooter drivers here in the short while I visited.
Only two of them threatened me today, bad enough – but what really wrangles is they didn’t even notice!
Back to the Diary proper:
More hassle!
I got off of the bus at Bulwell bus-station and as I stepped off the curb to cross over to the river Leen to see if any mallards were about to feed like – I slipped off the curb.
This did not stop me crossing over to the river Leen to see if any mallards were about to feed like – I just did it with a slightly more pronounced limp than usual as the graze on me ankle bone bled a bit. Huh!
There were only a few of the mallard ducks about, the river was flowing very fast and the wind was bad. They seemed very nervous today.
I’ve noticed that in these conditions often they are absent all together, but I gave them a few handfuls of meal-worms and quacked back their thanks.
I found there was none of me favourite lollies available on sale anywhere.
Had a walk around looking in the cheapo shops – at Fulton’s they had some of the pots of instant mash in again so I got a few, and some Honey flavoured yoghurt.
I was soon back at the Bus-station waiting in the queue for the bus back to Carrington – where a bit of hassle took place, but not for me.
A rather mephitic verbal argument took place between two women.
I was intrigued and tempted to catch the next bus and listen in on their…er discussion, but decided with my luck today best not to.
Soon got back to Carrington and as I walked from the bus-stop over the hill, I saw an opportunity to try and take another ‘Atmospheric picture’ of down the hill on Hucknall Road. The shadow cast by the old tree did it for me.
When I’d got into the hovel, WC’d and made a cuppa I started the laptop to down load the photo’s I’d taken – but the last one was not as good as I intended. I took the opportunity to try using me new Serif-draw package to see it I could do something with it to make it look a bit different.
I managed to make it look different but was not pleased with me effort overall though. But when I get time I’ll have a go again with Serif to see if I can master it like. It operates so differently to Coreldraw9 – well it operates without freezing like Coreldraw9 up to now! But I’ve not tried anything demanding of power on it yet.
Not all bad today though, the chip on the ankle is not bad at all, the arthritis is bearable, no bother at all from the ulcer, the piles are no worse than yesterday and not, I say not bleeding at this time, the new ticker is ticking only the angina is bothersome.
Made another cuppa and took me medications.
Tonight I plan to have microwave sausages, instant potatoes with cheese granules, yoghurt and a mug of tea.
Tongue-in-cheek little fib…
And to think that all Prince William and Kate Middleton had at there pad was a starter of dressed crab from Wales, accompanied with mini crab timbale (mousse), crayfish and prawns, described by one guest as “exquisitely delicious”.
A main course of lamb fillet from Highgrove “done three ways” followed, before being treated to a trio of mini-puddings of trifle, chocolate fondant and home-made ice-cream in brandy-snap baskets.
The meal, which lasted around two hours, was served with wines, thought to be from the Buckingham Palace and Clarence House cellars, described by another guest as “stunningly good” – a white Meursault Burgundy and Pomerol claret. Then the petit-fours and coffee.
I really don’t want to make them jealous!
When it came to noshing I realised I’d got me two beef and onion slices to eat within a days use by date, so had them with a pot of instant mash with cheese granules.
I must have been drained because I slept for longer than I have in ages – managed about 8 hours, and when I woke up I stayed there for a while noting down bits from me dreams.
Underground in sewer like passages – many peope with me that I felt I knew but could not put a name to them… Chasing or being chased.
On a gigantic car which I could not see owt of in front due to being 15 ft high… filling up with milk from cows in Paris somewhere?
That’s all I could recall.
Made a cuppa and took me medications, then cleaned up the back area that had been bleeding copiously during the night.
When I stripped myself down (I know, an horrendous thought sorry about that), I noticed the blue bruises on me shoulder and thighs where me Whoopsiedangleplop had scarred the yesterday. Tsk!
Angina and arthritis fair, ulcer okay and I found me hearing aids.
WC.
Got on with an idea I had for a Questioning of my life ode. It took me much longer to refine it than I’d planned. It may come over as a bit morbid but was written with satire and humorous intentions.
WC.
Got it posted and then finished off yesterdays diary and posted that too.
Cut me toe nails (Painful job again) washed shaved and polished – then struggled to get change into me clean socks and togs.
Set off on me little poddle about in an effort to keep my knees lose.
Fed the pigeons, and walked down to Hucknall Road, cut through Clumber Avenue onto Clumber Avenue and down Nottingham Road – on which I had a close call with chap on his bicycle on the pavement riding towards me.
You can see how close he came to clouting me with the proximity of his rear wheel in the second photograph. I go to the bottom of the hill and turned right into Gregory Boulevard, down to the Forest Recreation Ground and cut through.
Nice to see some kids enjoying a football kick-about somewhere other than in the middle of the street.
The sky looked nice and scenic.
I got up the hill and turned right into Mansfield Road.
I took a photo of the old flats near the traffic islands and the vandalised bus-top. Apparently they are asking for £180 a week for one of them. Wish I could afford it, it would give an excellent view of the cyclists on the pavements and an easy target for me 303 when I get it reconditioned like.
I turned left towards Carrington and thought a nice photograph of the sky was called for here.
I popped into the Lidl concentration cam… I mean shop, to get some cobs and a tomatoe – I always like the furrowed brows of the check-out morons there when they see me wanting to buy one cob and one tomatoe. Hehehe!
I saw they had some Chips in cheese sauce at only 99p in the freezer .
So treat missen to a couple at that price.
Walked back the flea-pit glad I hadn’t gone on a long walk as the angina and Arthur Itis were bothering me then.
Got in and after the customary WV visit, put the chips in the microwave for the recommended 6 minutes. Tested em, and gave em another two minutes – tested em and gave em another three minutes.
