Woke up in the chair 0305 hrs, ‘Little Inchy’ bleeding, stomach still churning and feeling guilt-ridden and pathetic.
Made a cuppa and got the laptop started.
Had a supportive email from ‘Ratty’ about me sorting problems – thanks Ratty.
To WC and tended to bleeding ‘Little Inchy’.
Still feeling but down, I thought of the days demands. I must get diaries done, check me emails, keep up with Facebooking, then get a bath and shave and ready the things for the INR Warfarin Blood level tests at 1230hrs at the GP surgery.
Then I try to call Steve from Age UK to see what he plans to do about selling the old place. No answer.
According to whether I get through to him and an answer, and what he plans, I’ll see if I can get time to sort a bag or two out.
Started this diary.
An unwanted and unexpected feeling of utter depression built as the day went on.
My lower legs blew up hard like balloons, the bleeding, the toothache, the angina and more bothersome than ever was the reflux valve. Yet none of these were the reason for my depression – I think.
Photo taken from under a bus shelter to avoid gerrin me camera wet!
Again, all I did was graphics and internet until I got ready for me walk to the GP surgery.
It was pouring with rain, I put me big coat on and set out on me poddle to the surgery.
Called in the Winwood Community shed, no one there.
Got thoroughly soaked by the time I got to the surgery.
Made appointment for me flu jab, the nurse did me blood tests.
Went to Lidl and got some bits. Bus back to Sherwood, walkd through the park back to flat.
Made me nosh and didn’t even wash-up after it.
Odd that feeling like I do at the moment I continued to nibble biscuits, curls and iced lollies for the rest of me waking hours?
Collapsed in an odd sort of maze and did nothing in the work or sorting departments.
Watched some TV for ages, but my mind was not on it.
Didn’t even put the laptop on!
A deep melancholy took over. But somehow, as soon as I got me head down I nodded off as if my life depended upon it?
Woke up when BJ rang to say he’s pick me up in the morning twixt o800 > 0830hrs and lift me to the launderette bless him.
Woke a few times, can’t remember the dreams but I knew I’d had them.
Then on one occasion the toothache was bad so I went to get some painkillers and Whoopsiedangleplop! – the reflux valve stuck and i really thought “This is it” – amazing how although struggling to breath, I seemed so calm about it. Lasted a couple of minutes, then cleared, I could feel the selling going down and being replaced with a pain I’d not had before. Ah-well.
Sorry this diary might seem a tad morose, but that’s how the day was.
Whoopsiedangleplop created toothache, rumbling innards and bleeding Inchy all conspired to make me feel a bit sorry for missen like. Noticed when I took the photo on me laptop that me nose was bleeding a bit, must have been caused when I had me Whoopsiedangleplop in the bathroom. Tsk!
Had a cuppa and took me morning medications a bit early but at least I’d not forget them now. Daren’t take any extra painkillers cause I took two extra last night wot wiv the toothache like. Mind you I still didn’t get much kip in. Huh!
On the bright side it was a Cramp free night again. I think I can thank the Magnesium tablets and the TFZ gals who recommended it for me for that.
Thought about what I should tackle next today in me sorting the place out mission.
No point in doing owt else in the living room until after Tuesday when the trays to go in the cabinet and writing bureau arrive. I could do with some advice of where to put stuff for the best really.
I reckon I’ll grab some of the many bags of stuff and see if I can find a location where whatever is in them has to go? Then I must try to work out how the Hoover works.
If I can get a bit done everyday in between medical appointments of course, I’m bound to make progress of some sort.
I hope that Steve of Age UK picks up the key on Monday for the old place and gets on with sorting the old dump for sale. Oh please…
Laptop on and finished yesterdays diary.
Emails checked and answered, then on Facebook for a while.
Did some graphicationising to use later, and post.
So, today saw no sorting at all really, I spent far too much time enjoying missen on the internet.
Got a lot of graphics done.
The Lyzzi and Patricia graphics took ages to get right, but no guilt from me on taking a day off from sorting.
Stomach still churning a bit.
Got me nosh ready.
Battered fish fingers, fishcakes, seasoned chips and beetroot.
Not bad at all – rated it 8/10.
Noshed it and washed up, then the guilt at not getting owt sorted returned.
I pondered on me situation and decided to tell Sister Jane about me move into the flat.
Unbelievably at that very moment she rang me – first time in months.
I got a lecture for not telling her earlier and she said how she and Pete told me they would be willing to help me.
I explained me situation and how I was struggling and needed help now and I’d not bothered them until it was necessary.
She told me off for not asking for help with sorting the carpets etc.
Then told me to keep her updated, no offers of any actual help were offered or interest shown in calling to see me at the flat.
I felt pretty down after the call, and more guilt at thinking had I done the right thing in not telling them? I didn’t really want to bother them.
Gave her me address and new phone numbers.
Emailed her some photos of old photographs I’d found in the moving bags.
Realised I’d not had me walk in the park as planned either.
Weariness and a feeling of patheticness and inability to cope suddenly came over me.
Woke up in the chair 0620hrs: WC, ‘Little Inchy’ bleeding, stomach churning and feeling so guilty for not getting any sorting done this week.
I decided enough was enough of me making excuses for not doing me sorting, and I must spend less time on the internet (Which I love of course) and get sorting attended to at least a start on the paperwork.
So me diaries might be a bit shorter than of late. (Thank heavens you say? Hehe!)
Cleaned up ‘Little Inchy’, made cuppa, took medications, finished off yesterdays diary and started this one.
Checked me emails and Facebooked a while. Got a reply to me email to the police moaning about the Nottingham Pavement Cyclists:
Dear Mr Chambers
I am writing in response to the email you sent to the police concerning cycling on the pavement in and around the City Centre and Mansfield Road.
My colleague who copied and I in are only responsible for Mansfield Road from the junction of Hucknall Road to the Junction of Valley Road with the rest of Mansfield Road heading into the city being covered by other beat teams so can only speak for what we do.
I can confirm that Dan and I do regularly stop and challenge people cycling on the pavement, especially on Mansfield Road, to give advice and guidance and we also report the worst offenders for potential fines or even a summons to court by issuing what we call a Traffic Offence Report (TOR)
The power itself is a discretionary power and I have confirmed with Nottinghamshire Police Law Clerks that a number of factors have to be taken into account with this offence, such as traffic flow (especially at rush hour), how many people are on the pavement, manner and speed of cycling and the age of the alleged offender. The minimum aged person we can serve a TOR to is 16 years, we can and will still stop and speak to the people under the age of 16 to give advice but further enforcement would not be possible by way of a TOR, however we will instead look at things like youth intervention/education.
I hope this answer helps to allay any fears you may have had and rest assured we will continue to challenge cyclists.
Kind Regards
CPO 9916 Craig Moralee
Carrington
Community Protection
Not that it did allay any of my fears mind! No reply to my noticing none of the bikes had any horns/bells on them. Or they come from behind, ride too close etc. Or the fact that one my photo’s of the offenders shows a policeman nearby while the burke on the bike road along with one hand, no lights or horn on the vehicle and he was texting as he rode on the pavement?
At least I got an acknowledgement from this pretend policeman. (See further down form on me walk into Sherwood today).
Did a graphic for the TFZers, then forced myself to make a start on the paperwork… what a job, but it must be done!
Stomach still churning.
Set about sorting the paperwork for a few hours.
Had a bath, but also a Whoopsiedangleplop suffered: I slipped getting out. Banged the side of me head and started the tooth I had done Thursday aching away! Took an extra Codeine. Then another one.
Swore and cursed a bit, then set off on me walk into Sherwood via Woodthorpe Park to get some Beetroot and apple bread and large potatoes and strong cheese to make into Baked cheesey potatoes.
On me way up the hill to the park I took a photo of me shadow on the gravel path.
Why I took a photograpicalisation of me shadow I don’t know.
When I got into Sherwood I called in the paper shop and got a copy of the cheapest TV paper. Then to the Co-op and got me Beetroot loaf, tomatoes, mature cheddar and somehow, a cream cake fell into me basket?
I took photographs of two Nottingham Pavement Cyclists when I came out of the shop.
I thought about sending these by email along with some others to the PCO who replied to my email.
We, I’m sure he’d appreciate knowing how ineffective the police are in preventing this criminal activity in Nottingham.
But that would just be me being sarcastic wouldn’t it… hehehe!
As I walked back through Woodthorpe Park, two blokes with their dogs caught my attention on the football pitch:
They seemed to be playing their own devised game with the dogs catching the balls in mid-air. They seemed so happy it cheered me up a bit.
I think the dogs won 3-0. Hehe!
Made me way back and got me spuds in the oven and updated this diary.
When I got up to check the spuds progress a dizzy-spell overcame me, but I kept upright this time. I assume this was caused by me earlier Whoopsiedangleplop?
Did some graphicationalising for later, in thanks for me supporting card and message wot-I-got.
Then took the spuds out and halved them, mashed the flesh with the cheese, vinegar, oil, butter, salt and black pepper, refilled the skins and back in the over to brown em off. (Couldn’t resist nibbling a bit that was left over in the bowl like).
No meat today, just cheesy-baked potatoes, tomatoes and half of me Beetroot bread.
When I’d got them back in t’oven, I cleaned what I could: the new masher that worked a treat, trays, knives, fork, basin etc just in case I fell asleep after eating it, then I’ve only got the eating tray, outer tray and cutlery to wash afterwards. I’ve just reread this sentence… hope you can understand it folks?
Plain good grub nosh today then… enjoyed it so much I gave it 8.9/10!
Did the washing up and then tended to ‘Little Inchy’ again.
Shame.
Got the washing up done and cleared up.
Well, toothache and a rumbling tummy to contend with, and feeling rather tired again for some reason, I settled down with a cuppa and an ice-lolly to watch the TV, an old Colombo film.
Got as far as the first advertisement break… Zzzz.
Unfortunately I kept waking every few minutes it seemed and gave up at 0300hrs got up, WC’d and finished this diary off.
Woke at 0730hrs with a jump – almost in a panic and didn’t know why?
The sky looked daunting this morning.
WC’d – no bleeding from the hemorrhoids, but the lesion in me Inch was dribbling blood and very tender and the boil was annoyed when I cleaned meself up and caught it!
Took me temperature 31.1c – Forgot to do me BP tests – Tsk!
Went down and made a flask of tea.
Pulled the bins out for collection.
Took me medications and applied me creams.
0745hrs: Laptop on and started this diary. Opened Coreldraw to do the header for it.
0834hrs Got the header done and on. Coreldraw9 froze on me and I had to start again – Huh!
Did a bit of Facebooking then got myself spruced up and ready to go on a walk into Nottingham City Centre in search of some Bling’ photographs for the gals on the TFZ site.
The weather had brightened up.
Again some amazing patterns in the clouds this afternoon as I left the bomb-site.
I called in the Co-op on me way and got some bread-Thins and Jam Doughnuts.
On me hobble into town I was nearly assaulted by various Nottingham Pavement Cyclists – it’s getting worse than ever now.
This one with his back-pack was particularly dangerous due to the speed he was belting along at I thought.
No sooner had I belatedly took a photo of the animal and a few hundred yards further on another one came belting passed me swerving all over the pavement en-route.
Getting a tad nervous now as me ankles were worse, much worse than usual and my agility – such as it is, was much impeded.
About half way up the hill and as I stopped to take a photo of the trees in the Rock cemetery from the other side of the road, I gave such a sneeze – and this shook even me – that one of me hearing-aids fell out.
Painfully I bent down to retrieve it.
Then yet another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist came passed – I think this one just might have been a touch tiddly.
The immature yob-hoody lookalike who was obviously so tough he was too scared to cycle on the road was gong all over the place – a straight line was not in his vocabulary today.
Maybe he thought he was on the road?
Who knows eh!
Up to the top of the hill and down into town.
When I reached the junction with Woodborough road I kept me camera in me hand, a this is a regular spot for the inconsiderate unconcerned nonchalant nasty nihilistic Nottingham Pavement Cyclists to appear on me walks into town.
Today though it was one of the Councils electric powered mini-street-cleaners that nearly hit someone (Not me, the bloke in the picture – who was not pleased at all).
I plodded down onto Milton Street and faced the prospect of getting through the maddening crowds on Clinton Street.
I managed to get through unmolested to the back of the Council House.
Slipped some seeds to the dicky-birds.
As I passed some people on the Coffee Shop seating I realised that they were all drinking out of giant size mugs and didn’t seem to be enjoying the drinks really.
I wondered if it was addictive qualities of coffee that make folk pay £3 a mug like and still not be happy?
That started me reminiscing about the old days when around the corner from where I was, used to be a Cafe where coffee was four old pence and tea three old pence a cup and we enjoyed it?
I was so deep in me memories that I nearly walked into a tree – luckily nowadays me rate of knots was slow I managed to avoid this at the last second. Huh!
I crossed the road and went down Bridlesmith Gate.
No street musicians, no Big Issue sellers and no yobs about in the area today – good that.
I did notice a shop selling ladies shoes had a special offer on some of them… ‘Save 40% on the latest design footwear’ the sign indicated.
On a closer inspection I saw the ladies could get a pair of crocodile high heel boots for only £299 in the Sale – £299?
Crickey and blimey!
To the end of the street and facing the entrance into the sad Broad Marsh Shopping Centre I took a photo and started to reminisce again…
All the retail units that used to be their now closed down.
Worse still, the wonderful Drury Hill this medieval street was destroyed to make way for this doomed shopping mall – a crime if ever there was one by the Nottingham City Council the Banks and the nihilists in charge at the time!
They should be brought back to life and flogged!
Swines!
I went in and had a look around the 99p shop. I got a microwave dish and some bikkies for the nurses amongst other bits.
I walked down and through the pathetic centre.
A stall was selling mobile phone accessories and I asked if they had any for the Nokia Lumia – he did at £9.99 – which was much better than the £25 they wanted at the EE shop, so I got one.
Out the other end onto Wheeler Gate and up into the City Centre.
Plenty of street musicians and entertainers around this area – Muslims pushing the Koran and trying to convert peoples, Christians pushing the Bible and trying to convert people, Opinion surveyors stopping people (Mind you, they see me hobbling along and never seem to bother me?).
Up through Exchange Walk and into the slab square.
No CPOs around today – the cut-backs I suppose.
Around passed Primark and up Clumber Street – right and up onto the Walk-over to take a photograph from a different angle of the traffic.
I say different, but nothing seems to stop the suicidal Nottinghamians from crossing the traffic lights against the signals.
I carried on over into the Victoria Centre and had a gander around the market – gad it is so sad there nowadays. Closed stalls, un-fresh produce at high prices with owners who are likely to cut yer fingers off if you have the cheek to even look like your about to touch ‘Their’ fruit and veg on display, which is not the fruit or veg you get served with, they come from behind and under the counter of course.
Another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist minging with pedestrians on Upper Parliament Street.
I limped on in some discomfort now – the knees have join the ankles in a mutual effort to make Inchcock hurt. Hehehe!
I went into Tesco – and what a mistaka -to-maka!
I spent a small fortune.
The Pork Loin, the Polish Chicken Sausages etc were all too tempting for me.
So, along with the bread and doughnuts from the Co-op earlier, I’d got cooked sliced beetroot, Japanese Rice nibbles, Pork Loin, Chicken Sausages, New Potatoes in herbs and butter, Cox’s apples, tomatoes and a much lighter wallet.
Tsk!
As I left the mall, I espied a single Robin in the centre.
Poor thing seemed confused.
I hope it finds its way out safely?
I departed and walked up to Trinity Square.
There were many more fold about there today,but none of them seemed very happy.
I took a photograph of some ‘Bling’ for the girls at the TFZ on Facebook during me walk today – Broad Marsh, Vic Centre and in Kings Walk.
This one on the left was me favourite one.
Pearls in reality as the girls on TFZ are also Pearls in reality.
I poddled down and caught a bus back to Carrington. (Long live the Free Pensioners Bus-pass!).
Got back and WC’d, applied some more cream on me lesion.
Oh how I dined!
Tesco New potatoes – 10/10
Strong Amsterdam Cheese – 8/10
Tesco Vine Tomatoes Dutch – 8/10
Tesco Sweet Beetroot shredded – 7/10
Rocket – 8/10
Polish Chicken Sausage – 9/10
Co-op Bread Thins – 6/10
Cox’s Apple (Tesco) – 10/10
Co-op Jam Doughnut – 7/10
Marvellous, and I watched a DVD ‘A good Day to Die Hard’ while I ate it – I bet the Queen didn’t?
The Polish cooked chicken sausage was excellent.
Fell asleep.
Woke up three hours later disorientated and wondering what time and day it was.
Laptop on and updated this diary – during which a nasty dizzy spell visited me.
Difficulty in getting to sleep again last night – but I managed eventually, then when I woke up it was with a jump and me mind active and racing raving away?
“Must remember to listen for the bin-men so I can get the bins put away before someone steals one again “- “Must keep an eye out for the INR test results” – “Must get to the Nottingham Hospice shop today” – “Must get some bananas” – “Must call at the dentists” – “Must get me Interview post started for me blog” – “Must put extra cream on me piles today” – “Must delete some fonts from the laptop”… and on and on for a couple of minutes none stop.
I thought my mind would explode.
It settled down to its normal moronic vacuity eventually.
Made a cuppa and took my medications and applied me creams.
WC’d.
The innards seemed easier this morning again. Crossed fingers on that situation.
Damned cold this morning. Just on freezing according to Google. That’ll be nice for walking after all the rain yesterday. Must take care to avoid any Whoopsiedangleplops today if I do get out.
Did a bit of Facebooking then tried to do some graphics in Coreldraw9 (Not yet having mastered Serif x6). Coreldraw9 crashed so I tried Serif x6 and that crashed! Really pee’s off now!
Went down to make another cuppa and – it happened – another Whoopsiedangleplop suffered!
There I was taking me time and using the hand-rail going down the stairs and Arthur Itis gave me a rather nasty painful twinge in me right knee.
Of course I went down the last few steps in a rather unseemly and swift fashion.
Amazingly only the knees were painful afterwards. The bruised arms and ribs were not too bothersome at all. This pleased me so much I made a graphic to celebrate me good fortune – mind you I suppose summat could develop later… hmm?
Corel and Serif draw both okay for a short while then crashing still. Gave up again.
Spit un polished missen and got ready fer me outing.
As I left the bomb-site I took a photo of the sky – no rain forecast for today (But plenty for tomorrow) so decided to catch the us into Arnold and walk back.
The I thought no… the knees might be bad when I come back and I’ll be carrying things… by then I was on the bus, so got off a couple of stops further on and decided to walk into Arnold.
I wobbled along passing the deadly Five-Ways junction/traffic island.
On up through the estate noticing how pretty the sky was especially compared to how it looked yesterday – Dark, dank and depressing, as I expect it to look tomorrow as well according to the meteorological office.
Wet left and up the hill. Halfway up and where it bends to the left a nice view although a little distant opened up to my tight of the houses giving an idea of the size of the estate.
Mind you, it’s not as large as the Clifton Estate.
Carried on up then down the hill into Arnold proper and turned right into the shopping area.
I window-shopped my way along and came to Arnold market – never have I seen a sadder one.
The ribs where I Whoopsiedangleplopped earlier were starting to give me a bit of gip now.
As I passed a second hand jewellery store on the High Street I took a photo of some… well I don’t know what you call them, htey were charms to put on bracelets like.
To show the TFZ gals.
Then I called into Fultons Foods shop in the vain hope that they might have got some of me blackcurrant lollies back in stock but no.
So I had a look around for any bargains and ended up getting a few bits.
The Walker’s crisps were Cheddar cheese and Bacon flavour.
I’ll try one later tonight.
Walked over the road and waited for a bus to take me back to Carrington.
Some young women in the queue were talking between themselves and I turned me hearing aids up to full volume and had an ear-wigging session.
I have to report that the one with a nose and three lip rings who was smoking roll-ups dropping the ash on her baby in the pram has put a claim in with the Social Security for a new 3-piece suite.
The one with the tattoos on her neck and face who would scare the life out of Boris Karloff is going drinking tonight at the Bell Inn to cheer herself up because she is pregnant again and her boyfriend has scarped.
The the route back to the flea-pit the bus stopped dropping someone off and I took a photo of the Old Alms dwellings.
I wondered if they were still for the old folk?
Some mountainous steps to climb to get in em?
I rang the bell, I know I did cause I can’t hear it when it buzzes so look at the ‘Bus Stopping’ sign that illuminates when you press it to make sure – the bus-driveress didn’t stop at first then noticed me lurking behind her and did stop – tutted and let me off.
I saw the famously dangerous but petite mobility scooter driver coming my way – and crossed the road to avoid encouraging her to catch me ankles again. Luckily there was not traffic about.
I limped back to the hoppit, fed the pigeons on me way, got in and just made it to the porcelain in time.
Another pile of unsolicited mail waited for me.
Today they were from:
‘Spice – A Modern Taste of India’: offering: Palak Paneer Methi Fresh baby spinach cooked with Indian cheese and fenugreek herbs for only £6.25.
‘RIAS Insurance’: Informing me I could get an 80% No Claims Discount with them.
‘The Nottingham Building Society’: Advising me They can tailor a marketing plan for me and my home across branch, press and internet!
NHS Anticoagulant Therapy Record and Dose Advisement’: Increasing my dosage again informing me that my level was now 2.1. (Target 3.5) And giving me an appointment again for next Monday.
‘Asda’: George’s Spring collection catalogue
‘Super Fry’ Fish & Chips – Burgers -Pizzas – Kebabs’: Offering Batterred sauages at £1.20 each.
‘Domino’s Pizzas’: Advertising Vegi Volcano Pizza – Red peppers, Green and red Peppers, jalapenos, mozzarella cheese Pizza for only £12.99 and £16.99.
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…
How I wish I could remember the dreams I’d had during the night – reckon I must have had many because each time (And there were plenty of them) I got up or woke up I seemed to recall a different dream and swore to myself I’d remember each one to record here.
Now no memories remain. I must force myself to write them down on me notepad at the time in future – mind you…
Stirred and got up an WC’d then made a cuppa. Started laptop and did some graphicationalisationing.
Blooming cold this morning -5c… Brrr!
Vehicles outside were well frosted.
The coughing and rumbling and a-grumbling from the innards is still rampant I’m afraid – oh dear…
Finished and posted yesterdays Diary then did some Facebooking and made a humerous graphic and posted it to Facebook.
I’ve got a double load (two weeks) laundry to do tomorrow and me INR (Warfarin) level tests too.
Just hope things settle sooner rather than later.
I’m occupying the bathroom today and going nowhere. No desire for food really either at the moment… well I did manage a Lion bar earlier in between painful and unpleasant responses to the calls to the porcelain from me innards. Tsk!
I tried to read me book afterwards, but no concentration at all.
Oh dear… woke up several times during the night with the rumbling innards and rear passage giving me bother. Huh!
Jill from Troll Free Zone – A Pearl!A funny wot I dun and captioned: “Someone really ought to wake him up know!”
Arose (yet again) to visit the porcelain around 0315hrs and decided to give up and started the laptop to finish and post yesterday’s Dairy and begin this one.
The dreams I’d had couldn’t be recalled at all this morning but know I’d had them and they were frustrating in nature.
WC.
The innards are rumbling and bubbling still – took some bi-carb with me usual medications. Still, the arthritis and angina are not being too awkward anyway… yet. Hehe! What I’m laughing at I’m not sure?
Did some graphicalistioning on Coreldraw while it let me.
Many visits to the porcelain today, the innards are churning and a tad uncomfortable, two really close shaves up to now – not sure whether to risk going out or not yet… might just have a wander around locally if the yobs ain’t around. Or not?
Carried on with me graphicalisationing, dun some funny ones for Facebook Troll Free Zone gals and lad’s in mind.
Sandra – Packers fan?
Oh dear… just got back from another urgently needing attention message wot I got from me rumbling grumbling stabbing innards – no faux-pars though.
Still not sure if I should risk a poddle out?
I can hear emergency vehicle klaxons nearby – but I’m not going out to have a nosey this time.
At least the BT internet seems to be going alright, although I may regret saying that now that I’ve said that?
Bloomin’ ‘eck, another visit to the bog! Not good this.
Had an email from Nottingham City Council warning me of bad weather coming.
The cough now returned and stayed with me all day – Tsk!
After an hour or so the burbling and gurgling seemed to be settling, so I decided a walk into town might be okay. (What a plonker!)
Got a wash up and set off on me walk.
The traffic at the lights on Hucknall Road was at a standstill.
Horns a peeping and hooting as they jockeyed for position.
It freed up a lot further on near the traffic island and I took a photo because the sky looked very clear compared with the last few days.
I suppose it’s the wintry weather on its way that I was warned about?
A little bit further up the road, I espied my first piece of Nottingham Street Art on the pavement yet again. I wondered if it was the same culprit as the other day as it was spotted roughly in the same area as was that dog poo?
I pressed on over the hill on Mansfield Road and down the other side towards the City Centre.
A block of six retail outlets on the other side of the road near the Huntingdon Street junction traffic lights I saw had only one business open, the other had closed down.
It was an Art Gallery outlet.
Of all the things I thought.
There has been take-away food, Book shops, Butchers, Estate Agents, Hair dressers, Adult entertainment suppliers and Ladies nail shop but all have failed and gone broke or got out quickly in that row of shops over the last year or so. How can an Art Gallery expect to make it pay?
A few hundred yards further down the road the first pavement cyclist came passed me. Again I only just caught him with me camera.
Then I turned to continue on me walk and nearly tripped and did a ‘Whoopsidangleplop’ over one of the uneven pavement slabs.
Undaunted, after using a few well chosen descriptive words I limped into the Victoria bus station and through into the Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall).
A gurgling from within and severe involuntary passing of wind encouraged me to get to the public toilets ASAP!
Phew… made it in time.
I came out and looked for some ‘Bing’ ‘Pearls’ and ladies fashion items, anything that might interest the girls from Canada, America and Australia on Facebook to take photographs of.
I got six that might interest them. The one of the fish here I put in the diary because I couldn’t believe the prices of the 2.5″ glass fish on sale. £60 (AUD $110.44 – USD $90.86 – CAD $ 108.92) each! Mind you they were probably not glass, something else more expensive?
I poddled down the ground floor and popped into Tesco Metro and got some Cox’s apples, Cooked crispy bacon and bread.
When I departed onto Milton Street, between the Poundland and Waitrose shops I espied another piece of Nottingham Street Art.
It doesn’t show very well in the photo, but it was semi-liquid and smelled of curry to me.
Not bad for early afternoon.
I took some photo’s of a jewellery shop window for the girls and went down to the bus-stop and caught one back to the flea-pit.
I sneaked some seed to the pigeons and tool a photo of em.
Walked home and rushed to the WC.
The top of the tap on the sink has split open.
No idea how to mend it. Tsk!
Put me bits away and depression overcame me.
Later I started this diary after having to restart the laptop to get Coreldraw to work.
Coughing painfully well as I pass wind, I did some graphics.
Tonight I plan to have me microwaveable Potato Gratin, bacon and some bread. Or bearing mind me innards… should I?
I did, and it wer lovely.
Paid the price with the usual painful getting up and down to tend to the calls to the porcelain throughout the night. Tsk!
