The Nottingham Lads True Tales of Woe

Wed 20.5.15: Inchcock Today: Age UK councillor arrives

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Wednesday 20th May 2015

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Woke up with a jump and boggled racing mind again: No district nurses to call again any more (Sigh). Mused over the dreams I had but lost all memories as I did – odd that?

WC’d, damned little Inch bleeding again, and the blind boil and skin cancer growth were both very tender.

Took me medications and did me BP test thingy:

Sys 162 Dia 82 Pulse 84 Temp 35.2c.

Started this diary. The laptop was going  very slowly. Coreldraw9 crashed when making the header (Fancy that!).

Had a wash and shave and started to sort out the mass of wiring in the front room. What a tangle! Hey-ho!

Worked away sorting and cleaning and bagging – hours of it – clouted me forehead when bending and got a dizzy.

Well shattered by the time the Age UK persons arrived at 1129hrs.

Steve and Cerium, both nice people.

We talked and decided Steve would come tomorrow to be here when the Assessor comes from the MRBHA. He had to phone them first to see if they could change their appointment time so he could attend the meeting.

I had to take back the syringes to the chemists as I no longer needed them. So I thought I’d get six of the Co-op strong bags to use for me transferring stuff in the event I get the flat like. The chances are looking a bit brighter now I’ve spoke with Steve.

Yesterday BC suggested that I get some of those flat bottomed bags to use in the transfer of stuff. So as I had to go to the chemist to return the syringes no longer required I called in the Co-op and paid for six bags. The idea being to get so many of different stores bags so as to identify stuff for different room s in the new flat like. The Co-op, after I’d paid, found out they only had two in stock – Tsk! So I  said not to bother and got a refund.

IMG_0017Int life a bother?

As I was coming back on Mansfield Road two bobby-cars crossed over to the wrong side of the road to pass the cars stopped at the pelican crossing.

You should have seen the dirty look I got from the woman police-person driver when she passed and saw me taking the photo! If looks could kill I’d been a gonna!

Got back to the dump feeding the pigeons en route to find a letter from Boots Opticians telling me the glasses were ready to be collected. Gawd knows when I’ll get time for that.

And me INR Anticoagulation results – informing me I have to have another test tomorrow – so I’ll have to go to the GP surgery to book it. There’s no way I can fit in or cope with INR test, getting to the opticians, clinic visit and the MRBHA Assessor visitation all tomorrow… but then again…

Not sure what time or if BJ will be calling today. BJ rang and he is not due to come – I got confused again. Huh!

So I set-off to go to surgery then get the bus to town to get glasses and bags.

Be back soon, I hope like…

Well folks, I caught the bus into town, went into Tesco and bought 6 of the flat bottomed bags. The pack of two fresh cream horns seemed to jump into me shopping basket as I passed by them again. Tsk!

IMG_0019I walked through and out of Victoria shopping Centre and across the traffic lights – noticing the suicidal nature of the Nottingham shoplifters… no I mean citizenry, to cross the road against the lights at this junction yet again! Although after loading the photograph I see I’ve missed the red and green lights off of it, I can assure you they were on red for pedestrians. Best of all they don’t even look to see if any traffic is coming, just waddle on with their mobile phones attached to their ear-holes. Huh!

IMG_0021I walked down and into the City Centre.

Took a ‘Moody photo’ of the side of the Council house showing the shadows sky and futility of life… eh? Did I say that?

Straight on from here, across the pedestrian crossing and up to the top of Friar Lane and into Boots opticians to collect me glasses. Had the two gals in tucks with laughter as I found me form and revealed me disasters of the week to them. While doing this the commented on me scar on me head and I had em laughing again – I was enjoying this – until it dawned on me I’d forgotten to call at the GP to try and get an appointment with the nurse to have me INR test done. One of the ladies let me use the phone and got me the number – and I got booked in for the morning at 0930hrs – heaven help me if I forget!

Then I walked down and right into Wheeler Gate and called in the pound shop and got 6 of their flat-bottomed bags with a Donald Duck picture on them.

IMG_0022Out and back through the Nottingham Slab-Square taking a photograph that is here on the right.

Not sure if I had changed any settings on it by mistake, but it came out nothing like I recall the sky being – or is it me new glasses? Hehe!

Over the square and up King Street to the bus-stop and joined the queue for the bus to Carrington.

Slipping the pigeons a few clandestine seeds on the way.

The bus was quiet full and I wish I had brave enough to turn and take a photograph of me fellow passengers as only three of them were not on their mobiles. One lady somewhere near the back was so loud I think the others were shouting to get their message through to whoever they were calling over her voice. Still, I hope she enjoys her Carbonara whatever that is, with Marvin tonight.

IMG_0023Got back to the dump WC visit and set about making me 7 microwave sausages and chopped tomatoes dish.

Had some bread thins to wrap each sausage in and soak up the juice.

Marvellous!

I tried to get me head down for a bit, but cramps in me right leg ensured I didn’t get me head down for a bit. Gobbleknots!

Gave up trying to kip and finished this diary.

The reflux valve gave me some scary bother for a while, thought at one stage “Hello, now I kick the bucket just when I’ve got a chance of moving to a warden-aided flat!” TssssK!”

But it stopped again, and the the cramps spread to left leg? Is it because I’m not gerrin’ me walks in? If I remember I’ll ask the Obergruppenführer Nurse in the morning – as I say, if I remember to go…

Let’s see if I’ve got this right… 0939 GP nurse INR test… 1120 Clinic with me bleeding Inch, 1300hrs Steve and the MRBHA assessor coming to see me, 1600hrs pick up prescriptions and phone QMC to confirm appointment… yes that’s all I reckon… ah, got to try and get some sorting done as well… oh dear…

Tue 19.5.15: Inchcock Today: Progress! Too late but still, Progress!

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Tuesday 19th May 2015

I felt a bit like the sky this morning IMG_0266a, bit dark and unsettled, on edge, anxious.

Must do me best to get some sorting done again: I just hope BJ gets in touch. I think he rang last night but just ‘Private number’ shown on phone.

Must remember Wednesday the Age UK gentleman is calling and Thursday the evaluator from Spencer Courts is coming to interview and assess me for application to the flat.

The mind still swirling. The littlest setback criticalistion or failure and down I go. Sad state of affairs.

Even me BP readings looked dodgy to me this morning, I’ll ask the District Nurse when she comes to give me the needle, if she can have a look.

Sys 131, Dia 76, Pulse 99, Temp 34.6c?

Started this diary – had a washski and started to sort some paperwork out.

BJ rang again, this time on another phone that showed up – rang him back. His better half answered, BJ will call later to see me.

I think missing me walks and wanders is doing me no good, but just do not have the time with all these appointments to go on ’em – Sad!

So, Wednesday Age UK advisor coming – Thursday MRBHA assessor coming, Friday clinic, District nurses twice a day  for the next six days at least.

BJ called and I explained me situation come plight to him – he took me bags of washing to give Mandy at the launderette to do a service wash for me bless him. He said he would come this afternoon to take some of the bags away for me. What a mate!

Waiting for the nurse I updated this sad Tommy-rot. Whilst doing so the warm wet sensation came in me pants – Boggleplonkdamn! – Little Inch was bleeding again. Cleaned missen up and continued to wait for the nurse.

IMG_0003Nurses arrived and done me injections. We had a nice chin-wag for a bit.

I then searched totally without any success for me multi-point Sim card attachment for the laptop, the one I’d used  three hours ago! After over an hour of searching I gave up. Oh dear…

Updated this diary to here, then waited to hear from BJ.

BJ arrived, returned me done service-laundry (£15.99) and set too helping me sort the bags out, and he not only took bags to the bins, but lifted me to the computer shop, where they didn’t have any multi-card reader (shame) and then to the Nottingham Hospice shop with the bags, heater, TV and DVDs. Unfortunately, the lady said they cannot accept or sell TVs? So BJ ran us to the Sue Ryder shop and they accepted it.

Got a call from the nurses, the Anoxaparin was to be stopped – as me last INR test had improved. So nobody will be calling who I can have natter with – Huh!

IMG_0004Then back to the flea-pit and BJ spent hours helping me sort a corner out.

During which it suddenly hailed in bucketfuls.

By now I was done in physically but still wanted to get a multi-card reader to replace the one that had magically disappeared.

So when BJ left, saying he’s try to get here tomorrow afternoon and help some more, I thanked him and set off for the bus-stop to go into town and Jessop’s camera shop.

IMG_0005Damned decent chap is BJ.

One of the best, bless him.

As I waked along the hail that had fallen for a few minutes had turned into snow.

Down Church Drive over the pelican crossing and down to the bus-stop.

I soon caught a bus into the City Centre. Got off on Milton Street and walked on to cross the lights into Clumber Street.

IMG_0006The famous Nottinghomian’s again proving there determination to ignore the Walk Don’t walk lights at all costs.

I popped into the Jessop’s shop anf got the multi-card reader – same model as the one I lost.

It was getting late now and I was getting more tired than ever – but as I passed some noshery or other – the smell of the food made me hungry again.

IMG_0008When I got on the bus I took a photo of a building housing shops, and mighty fine workmanship and design too. Erected in 1901 the plaque said.

When I got off the bus in Carrington the smell from the Greek fish &chip shop even smelt nice… well, not as repugnant as it usually does like.

The rain began starting as I got to the flea-pit.

I cooked me nosh and made a cuppa.

IMG_0010Then ate me nosh – bet yer can’t guess what all the ingredients were from this photographicalisation wot I dun?

Clues?: American… root, toms, beet, leaves, two kind of pot’s?

I’m so glad to be eating again.

Did some Facebooking and got me head down – now to see if me mind let’s me sleep Hehe!

Mon 18.5.15: Inchcock Today – Not good, but I’m sure it’ll get worse…

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Monday 18th May 2015

Woke up with a jump and racing mind: Got nurse coming in for last ( I hope) Anoxaparin injection – then must go to GP ask about is it safe to take St Peters Wort with other medications? (Which I forgot to do) – Look at BP readings on me record list (Which I forgot to do) – find out last INR reading from Friday, get new dosage, have new INR test – try to get some packing done – Contact BJ re asking for help with moving stuff… the mind spins.

Bleeding from little Inch lesion not so bad this morning. Feeling nervous about everything I think of – what’s a matter with me I asked myself – again, no answer came the reply. Tsk!

Did me tests: Sys 149, Dia 85, Pulse 72, Temp 32.1

WC’d, no blood from the rear end. Stomach churning a tad.

IMG_0253Went to start laptop and found I’d left it on. Huh!

Took photo from window – raining heavily.

Checked emails for anything from hospital, doctors, housing or authorities – nowt there.

The tummy calmed down a bit now.

Put water heater on and Facebooked a while waiting for it to heat up. Then titivated myself and went down to make a cuppa and wait the arrival of the District Nurse.

Bent down to pick up some stuff from one of the many piles of ‘notyetsorted’ rubbish and started the back off again… I’m getting frustrated now, and querulous with life.

District nurses twice a day, INR tests, Clinic visits, sorting out not getting done, bleeding from front and rear end, Anne Gyna not happy… me mind racing confusedly on its own accord… not a confident or happy chappie at the moment. Hey-ho!

Sorted a few things out into bags.

Made a cuppa and pot of porridge, and continued waiting for the arrival of the nurse – daring not to move in case I miss her, again nowt much got done in the packing and sorting department of the hovel, but I managed a couple of black bags.

IMG_0261The District Nurse arrived and soon had me injected.

I collected me notes of what to ask the medical person about when I arrived at the Sherringham Medical Practise Surgery, and set off on my poddle to the surgery.

Feeding a few pigeons that came IMG_0254down to have their breakfast on the road outside.

It was a bit gloomy and drizzly this morning, and I still felt so unnaturally tired it bothered me a bit.

Down and into the surgery the receptionist gave me the INR results and new dosages – the level had improved from 1.3 to 1.9 but they said I still have to continue with the Enoxaparin injections.

And gave me a prescription to have filled in at the Pharmacy for 10 filled syringes, which means five more days worth at least, and there is still two left in the box from the last sessions.

Also I had to make an appointment with the surgery nurse to have INR level test done on the 18th May – I pointed out that it is the 18th today – she made me an appointment with the nurse for 1315hrs today. Busy again!

IMG_0262Out into the rain and had a walk down to the Chemist to have me prescription filled.

As usual they did not have sufficient stock to hand and gave me seven syringes telling me to return tomorrow afternoon for the other three. (No rest fer the wicked eh?)

I called into the launderette next door and spoke with Mandy asking her how much it would cost to have a service wash done tomorrow, if I could get in touch with BJ to ask him if he could get the wash there and collect it afterwards?

IMG_0263She took a photo of me flabby-belly for me.

It’s amazing how quickly the marks (on the right in the photo but actually on me left) from yesterday had died-down so quickly.

I plodded back to the flea-pit and was still amazed at how tired I felt. Must be a side effect of the drug mixing with me regular ones surely?

I had another dizzy-spell when I got up off the stool to see what nosh I had in the freezer to have tonight for me nosh and crashed down back on it starting me blind-boil hurting again! Tsk, Huh and Gobbledinnash!

Still, I have an American pulled-pork and potatoes ready-meal in there I might have tonight. If I ever feel hungry.

I tried to do some clearing up, no sooner had I bent down a couple of times the angina started again, bad.

So there I was just beginning to feel a tad sorry for missen and I had a call to the porcelain – Crickey the blood! The lesion on me little Inch was pouring, took me ages to get it down to a leak and not flow – so I’m sat here now covered in paper towels with crossed fingers – if it don’t stop soon I’ll have to ring for help.

It seems to have stopped I hope, but it took ages to do so.

I do feel sorry for missen now! Huh!

Set the alarm in the event that I can nod-off for a bit and make sure I’m up for when the District Nurse calls between 1900 and 2200 hrs.

A chap from Age UK rang to say he’s call on Wednesday to see me about assistance with moving. (IF I get the flat).

Can’t eat or sleep it seems now – might as well try reading me book.

Got me laundry things half ready for tomorrow. Hoping that BJ will call.

I went down and made a cup of tea and waited for the nurse to arrive.

IMG_0265Three hours later she came – a Scottish gal, very patient and kind and did me medicationalisationing on me left side tonight for me.

We had a char and she said she’d send in a report telling them I needed help bless her cotton socks.

Late now, still not hungry, tired mind, but can I drop off? No! Double Tsk!

Sun 17.5.15: Inchcock Today

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Sunday 17th May 2015

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Managed to get off to kip about 0415hrs.

Up at 0700hrs to get ready for the district nurse’s visitation for me injection.

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The morning sky

My dreams seemed to have been all about people in a long line queuing up to bollock me, tell me off or lambast me on a great range of topics and faults and failures? Hundreds of them, some I recognised others strangers. The last dream I was starting work at a small busy railway station in military uniform of some sort – always queues all day and night, off procedures to do that seemed normal but nothing like the actual duties that would be carried out at such a place, think I enjoyed it.

Haemorrhoids and the Inch lesion bleeding this morning. However the blind-boil was less painful.

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Fatima, Fred and Ferdinand having breakfast this morning

Fed Fatima Fred and Ferdinand who popped down for breakfast when I was taking the rubbish out to the bin.

The District Nurse came and done me. Young gal this time.

I had a look at me previous few INR results out of no particular interest like. 3.5 is me target level: 1.5 – 3.4 – 2.9 – 2.9 – 2.4 – 3.3 – 1.2 – 1.3 – 1.3 the nurses are coming again tonight and then in the morning to do the last Anoxaparin injections – no notification yet from the hospital or doctors about when me next INR test is to be, or what me last one was?

I keep up going from perky to down so quickly, the slightest thing, put-down or failure and the gloom descends. I must mention this to the GP when I go for me next INR level test. It’s never been like this, so up and down to the depths so changeable so quickly before. Perhaps it’s a side-effect of the Anoxaparin?

Made a cuppa and took medications.

Started to do some sorting of the rubbish at last – but the dizzies came on again and I went over luckily falling on a pile of bagged clothes waiting to go to the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop.

Did me BP tests: Sys 178 Dia 90 Puls 82 Temp 34.2

Jillywin2A high reading today, this might be why the dizzies came on when I started bending up and down? Going to do some computing to relax and calm down and hope I don’t fall asleep.

Did some graphics for the TFZer gals, despite Coreldraw9 repeatedly PMCpccrashing and having to restart the laptop, I didn’t let it get me going this time, thought about me blood-pressure see.

Made a flask of tea and started on with this here diary.

COM Andy1Visited the porcelain and found the little Inch bleeding again, very dark red this time.

Due I imagine to the low level of me INR or maybe the Anoxaparin medications.

COM GladysOr would the high blood pressure make it coloured so deeply?

Hey-ho, I hope I can nod off and get some kip before the night nurse calls.

Wonder what to have for nosh today?

PCsusanI’ll surprise missen. Hehe!

Did a search for me glasses that I er… misplaced last week.

No luck at all.

Hey-ho!

IMG_0249Got the nosh ready… Roast potatoes, garden peas and braised beef in onion gravy.

Mucho goodo too!

I rate this nosh at 8/10!

Followed it with two blackcurrant and ice-cream frozen lollies.

IMG_0248When I had a wash and brush-up I checked out me latest bruises from the injections.

I thought the photograph came out looking like a piece of contemporary art?

Did some more updating on this diary.

I managed to make a few bags of ‘Getridof’ stuff – but how I’m going them to the Hospice shop I don’t know yet.

0701It was pitch black-dark when the District Nurse arrived – she did me second syringe of Anoxaparin on the other side of flabbadob belly and shot off, I was her last client… her very tired last client!

She said I had to have one more in the morning and then go see the GP to find out what the INR level was last Friday and then have another test done.

Somehow I stayed awake to finish this dairy off here.

Oh dear, I feel a warm wet glow from me nether regions… I’ll check, hang on please…

Huh! – bleeding Inch again.

Cleaned missen up and applied some of me Betamethasone cream.

Nightie night folks.

Thr 14.5.15: Inchcock Today: Enoxaparin into ticker – by lovely nurse!

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Thursday 14th May 2015

DaveBeen dreaming of me medications last night, it seems I was using them in a meal of seaweed and sausages? But I couldn’t find the vinegar and was very miffed with this and was stopping people in the street searching them for me bottle of vinegar – why I was cooking over a candle or in the street I don’t know. That’s all I can remember.

GP surgery this morning to make appointment for my extra INR Warfarin level test and sort the message I got from them out.

Then will be doing only clearing out and up until I’m too fatigued or run out of room to store stuff ready to go.

Did me checks: Sys 148, Dia 79, Pulse 76, Temp 35.2c

They all look alright to me. Took me dedications.

No WC visit yet! Mmm?

0735hrs: Going to get ready for GP now, I’ll get back to yers after I’ve done some cleaning. TTFN.

IMG_02081055hrs: Well I’m back – but had to struggle back with the bag of bags of stuff for the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop, because of an unplanned change of plans like at the GPs.

Oh me poor feet – hehe.

I poddled down to the surgery IMG_0205(Arrived with me bags at 0825hrs) and asked for an appointment for tomorrow (Fri) like to have me Warfarin test done as their emails instructed me to – one receptionist said they don’t do them on a Friday, the other said they did. After consultations with the GP they gave me an appointment for tomorrow at 0930 hrs.

Then they told me the doctor has only just got the details of the hospitals request for me to have the Enoxaparin jabs. And she needs to sort out what levels I was supposed to be having.

The rather gorgeous GP called me in and we went through some details. Then she asked me to wait in the waiting room while she saw some other patients then she’d find out where to ring to attain the dosage level for me and call me back in.

I got me crossword book out and spent a while having a go at them – ajnd the GP appeared asking me for me Anticoagulation Alert Card for the details, she returned to her surgery, and I got back to me crosswords.

Later the receptionist gave me back me Alert Card.

The GP called me back into the surgery and she explained that she had arranged for a district nurse to call twice today to give me the 80mg shots of the medication around midday and then again later. So I must get myself to the chemist for the syringes to be dispensed from the prescription she gave me and then home and stay there for the rest of the day so as not to miss the nurse, and after she had been to remain near a phone in case of allergic any reactions.

IMG_0207So off to the chemists and got me prescription filled for the 7 Enoxaparin filled Syringes.

Got another pack of St Johns Wort essence, being as I could see they only had one pack left on display.

Rang me brother in law while waiting to see how he and sister Jane were doing, they have both been feeling poorly.

They’re both feeling a bit better, so that cheered me up a bit. Disappointed in not getting rid of some bags of stuff to the Hospice though – everything seems to be stopping me getting on with sorting things out at the flea-pit lately. Tsk!

IMG_0206Walked back through the twitchell and the pigeons came down for their breakfast as I got to the dump.

Scared to go up to the WC in case I missed the nurse – Mmm!

Tried to access Gmail but the laptop wouldn’t let me for some reason?

Did a bit of sorting, not a lot only the tiniest bit – I’ll have another go after the nurse has paid her first visit methinks – that is if I feel up to it and none of the possible side effects the GP spoke of affects me – all go and get nowt done here innit?

I’ve just looked up possible side effects:

What lotta of em! The ones I’ve already got from the other medications have got an * asterix next to em. The onlt reason I copied them here is the number of them surprised me – afterwards I looked up some side effects if some of me other medications and realised this list is not so long after all. Puzzling int it? Hehehe!

  • coughing up blood

  • Bleeding Gums

  • difficulty with breathing or swallowing

  • * dizziness

  • headache

  • increased menstrual flow or vaginal bleeding?

  • nosebleeds

  • paralysis

  • prolonged bleeding from cuts

  • red or black, tarry stools

  • red or dark brown urine

  • shortness of breath

Less common

  • * Bruising

  • chest discomfort

  • * collection of blood under the skin

  • * confusion

  • continuing bleeding or oozing from the nose and/or mouth, or surgical wound

  • convulsions (seizures)

  • fever

  • * irritability

  • * lightheadedness

  • * lower back pain

  • * pain or burning while urinating

  • * swelling of the hands or feet

  • tightness in the chest

  • uncontrolled bleeding at the site of injection

  • vomiting of blood or material that looks like coffee grounds

  • wheezing

Rare

  • * Back pain

  • burning, pricking, tickling, or tingling sensation

  • * chest pain

  • chills

  • cough

  • decreased urine output

  • dilated neck veins

  • * dizziness or lightheadedness when getting up suddenly from a lying or sitting position

  • * extreme fatigue

  • fainting

  • fast or irregular heartbeat

  • * general feeling of discomfort or illness

  • * irregular breathing

  • leg weakness

  • * problems with bowel or bladder function

  • skin rash or hives

  • * sneezing

  • sore throat

  • sudden fainting

  • * Becoming good looking and appealing to women (Joke, sorry)

  • swelling of the face, fingers, feet, genitals, mouth, or tongue

  • thickening of the bronchial secretions

  • * troubled breathing

  • weight gain

Incidence not known

  • Abdominal or stomach pain

  • deep, dark purple bruise

  • hives or welts

  • irregular heartbeat

  • itching, pain, redness, or swelling

  • large, flat, blue, or purplish patches in the skin

  • nausea or vomiting

  • * nervousness

  • * numbness or tingling in the hands, feet, or lips

  • puffiness or swelling of the eyelids or around the eyes, face, lips, or tongue

  • redness of the skin

  • * skin rash

  • * unusual tiredness or weakness

  • * weakness or heaviness of the legs

Some of the side effects that can occur with Enoxaparin may not need medical attention. As your body adjusts to the medicine during treatment these side effects may go away. Your health care professional may also be able to tell you about ways to reduce or prevent some of these side effects. If any of the following side effects continue, are bothersome or if you have any questions about them, check with your health care professional.

I feel a bit less down today, despite me best laid plans being sent to pot again?

Knuckled down to do some paperwork sorting for three hours.

Obvious now the nurse isn’t calling at lunchtime then? She’s probably up to her neck in it. Maybe she can get the evening visit in. I can’t nip to the surgery to have the nurse there do me injection into me ticker cause I might miss the nurse coming to do the injection into me ticker… mouthful that!

Did me tablet box’s up, took about an hour this time – and realised because of taking all the extra Warfarins I was getting a bit short on em like, I wont run out but will if they increase me dosages tomorrow. I think me monthly medications should be ready about now – and I foolishly forgot to ask when I was in there earlier getting the Enoxaparin syringes… Tsk and Huh!

Getting weary now.

Started the laptop – on third try! No windows on first two attempts (Oh I hate the Bill Gates!) Windows updates came in when I closed down earlier? I got a message when in eventually loaded telling that my windows updater was out of date and offering to upgrade it if I clicked here? No identification of who the message was coming from? I declined, being unsure like. Anyone else had this message please?

Started to update the diary.

Well I still can’t move out to get me medications or go to the doctors for me injection cause the nurse hasn’t made it to me yet – and I am suffering cause I dare not go up to use the porcelain throne for fear of missing her… or him. It’s understandable because she/he will have her/his regulars to tend to.

The Nurses came, two bonnie beauties with a good understanding attitude.

The gave me a jab in the ticker and left me with one syringe for the GP surgery nurse Obergruppenführer Herr Goebbels to use in the morning when I go for me INR level tests.

They interrogated me mildly and gently with many questions and then did a tour of the house to assess how I was coping… or not coping.

They even left me contact numbers for them and said that one of them would be round tomorrow about 1530hrs if needed, to give me another injection, bless them.

I shot off to the chemist to get  some Liver oil capsules and find out when me medications would be ready for this month.

Back soon folks!

IMG_0209Got to chemists and bought me capsules and they said the medications would be ready tomorrow afternoon. On impulse on the way back I noticed the Chinese take-away was open and nipped in and got a nosh.

Got back to the bomb-site and demolished the sweet and sour pork and chips meal. Gorgeous!

Then onto the porcelain – and there I stayed for an hour! A side effect of the medication or the meal? Painful and slow evacuation achieved.

Started to finish this diary… Fell asleep with the laptop still on… finihed and posted it in the morning.

Hey-ho!

Wed 12.5.15: Inchcock Today – Out begging for help – TSK!

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Wednesday 13th May 2015

Woke in  a state of panic and nervousness, with a bit of shame in there somewhere too. I’ve been dreaming of the (possible) new flat in the sheltered complex again and animals chasing me, all sorts hyenas, giant rats and snakes I remember being amongst them.

Took me readings, but without any enthusiasm. Feeling pitifully ashamed of myself for some reason. Sys153 Dia75 Pulse79 Temp36.2c.

IMG_0193Noticed the sky was brighter this morning and took a photo of it – purely from habit, I have no interest in what the sky looks like today.

Too intent on worrying about my having to go begging for help this morning, help with the sorting the Flea-pit out in time for the visit from the housing inspector checks on me to see if I am accepted for the flat.

Sat for ages musing and planning what to say when I get their with no decisions made.

Lynton gave me some tips and encouragement over the phone, but I am a different person now – the bubbly have a laugh side of me has gone for a bit. Tsk! All worry and fretting. Dreading to go and plead for help from strangers and ashamed for having to. I don’t feel up to it, but needs must.

The guts are aching and grinding now as well. The angina and arthritis not too bad though – but my concerns are having to go and… oh, I’ve said this already, sorry.

Getting het-up with myself now a bit.

Started the laptop to begin this diary, and it froze when I tried to do owt? Lost me sidebar, well it froze with nowt but outline showing – and that had me notes from Lynton on the notepad – Shit!

Restarted and the same again. Turned off and back on got message from AVG about virus – it keeps coming on regular now and I have to select ‘Remove’ regularly.

That’s all I want innit!

Eventually forced myself to spruce-up and get ready to go to town and the Age Concern place to beg for help.

The plan is to (according to what happens at Age Concern) then try the Salvation Army.

Not looking forward to this at all.

I hope I don’t forget me Skin Cancer removal appointment next Thursday – oh Christ, that’s the day when the housing assessor is coming. Tsk! Bolloc… I’ll have to call at the Complex and explain on me way out – oh am I getting uptight and bothered or what.

CatCafeA good job I temporarily regained me senses later – it is in June me surgery not May – nearly another Whoopsiedangleplop there!

Somehow I remembered the jewel thingy I found weeks ago and handed in to the police station and I actually found the form, so I took it with me.

Left and caught the bus into town.

IMG_0195Called at the Central police station as it is facing the Age UK place I was dreading going into to plead me case for help assistance or being given a lethal injection. Hehe!

The stairs up into the station are getting larger I think. I joined the queue and waited… then read a free paper kindly supplied for inquiring Nottingham citizens to keep them occupied while waiting… I read the whole Metro newspaper… I fiddled about in me IMG_0194bag… I scratched various parts of my anatomy… then the one receptionist called next and a bloke jumped in front of me and got served… I reread the sports pages… then got in and handed her me Found property form.

She started searching the files and drawers. I read the newspaper again… she disappeared into the back and every one who joined the queue asked ‘Are you being served?’ Eventually she returned with another form for me to fill in and sign. I got the jewel thingy back in a bag.

I’ve no idea if it’s worth owt yet, but it looks pretty.

IMG_0196Then down the deadly steps and out and across the road to the Age UK place…

Much of what took place over the next 2½ hours is a blur. The poor gal on the desk was the only contact I had, and she had to keep serving others as they came in.

Kept getting tongue tied, missed half of what was said and the angina played up.

I think they are offering a use of an advocate person to assist with the house moving but they cannot help with sorting out me mess. Confused and bewildered I left feeling a tad disappointed too.

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 I wandered a little light headedly across to the other side of town to call at the Citizens Advice Centre.

IMG_0202 IMG_0201It was closed

Hey Hoe!

IMG_0200So back the other way into town, avoiding a couple of the many Nottingham PAvement Cyclists en-route.

I went into the Central Library to confirm the location of the Salvation Army, then had a hobble to the Sneinton area and called and spoke with a chappie and told him my sorry tale and he listened intently to me woes – then said ‘No, we don’t help with rubbish, but we can collect owt of use for out charity shops if they are ready for collection at a specified time like!’ Similar words as wot I got from the Age UK folk.

Dejected I limped back to the bus-stop and caught one back to Carrington.

IMG_0203Called into the Co-op for some bread thins and on through the yobbo free twitchell back to the bomb-site. Fred and Fatima brought some of the family down with them for their nosh time treat.

I actually felt very drained – revealing all my failings to strangers, walking in the heat and the failure to get help had worn me out.

IMG_0204Made me nosh of cheesey mash potatoes, garden peas, and beetroot with bread thins with pork loin. If the days failures had not put me on such a low, I would have really enjoyed it… but it wont bad.

Laptop on and found an email from the GP surgery.

We have been contacted by Amanda Shaw at the warfarin Clinic at the Queens Medical Centre, they have been trying to contact you on your phone but have been unsuccessful.

Your INR result is 1.3 so they have advised that you will need to use your Enoxaparin medication and take 3 tablets for the next two days (today and tomorrow) and you will need a re-test this Friday 15th May.

Contact our surgery as soon as possible for us to arrange the appointment and acknowledge the receipt of this email.

Kind regards: Reception Team.

Well well, fancy that, summat else to worry about! Gerblowitandglunk!

I sent an email back pointing out that the Doc took me Enoxaparin medication off me prescriptions a couple of years ago? Asked for advice – but I’ll call in tomorrow to book me tests. Hey-ho sort of day – total failure – Gerblowitandglunk with bar!

Fell asleep after emailing Lynton for a bit.

Woke up feeling right odd, acidy in me mouth and chest?

Finished this Diary.

Did some graphics but Coreldraw9 kept crashing again.

Wide awake now? Feeling of foreboding again… Huh!

TTFN all.

Tue 12.5.15: Inchcock Today – Hospital, clinic and a good clean up!

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Tuesday 12th May 2015

 Woke in  a sweat – been dreaming of the (possible) new flat in the sheltered complex.

Force missen up – WC’d and did some rubbish collecting and out to the bins.

Emails from a couple of Facebook friends cheered me up.

So much to do – so little time… or know-how!

I got the paperwork, and nibbles ready for the Hospital and clinic nurses and then had a wash and readied myself for the walk to the Nottingham Hospice shop with their bits – then caught the bus to town to get the bus out to the Queens Medical Centre then bus to the clinic then bus back to town to the EE shop to sort me phone out, then call too inform Warden Christine at the Home of my definate interest in flat 2 – (Well that’s the plan anyway…)

Fed the pigeons on me way out to Sherwood and the Hospice shop – struggling a bit with the heavy bags.

IMG_0180Looking a tad gloomy this morning, no rain forecast but… I feel me knees telling me rain is in air – or that the after effects on me mini-marathon in the country with Pete yesterday?

It wont long til the first Pavement Cyclist nearly had me –  she was a bit wobbly before she got near me… ah well.

IMG_0181Onward, struggling with me bags on to the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop and gave em the stuff and some nibbles – they had time for a little chin-wag today, I liked that, made em laugh a bit too.

Felt a bit odd carrying only the one bag as I left the shop to see a Pavement Cyclist belting down the hill towards me – grabbed me camera quick as I could but he’d long gone having nearly hit the part-woman in the photograph on his mad rush passed her – Git!

IMG_0182Up to the bus stop just in time to use me Pensioners free bus-pass the bus was full and not of happy peoples – they all seemed gloomy and depressed – the diver however was cheerful enough.

Into town, assisted off the bus by the rushing possibly late for work commuters, and a few hundred yards up on Milton Street caught the bus out to the Queens Medical Centre,

Arrived as the wind was getting up a bit but it was still warm.

IMG_0183Got the Metro to read while waiting after getting me ticket. Only a ten minute wait and I was in and being seen to. Gave the nurse their nibble-bag and was getting me coat on and the blood poured down me arm… they cleaned me up and stuck some more cotton wool and tape on it. Out and onto the bus into town – reading the paper en route I noticed it was still leaking a bit – Tsk!

I wus soon it Broad Marsh bus station – and walked through up the escalator and along to the exit escalator and out into Bridlesmith Gate and down passed the back of the Council House and into Clumber Street, where I called into the EE shop to get me advice on wot I wer doin’ wrong when trying to get me email set-up for Google on me new phone.

IMG_0184The chap wus pleasant enough despite the well known “Another old fart don’t know what he’s doing’ look on his mush as he greeted me.

I explained that I came in the shop yesterday and the lady wrote down the procedure for carrying out this operation on me phone, went home where I could access me pass-words needed and tried it out. I got to section that needed me to sign in with me google ID, put it in and a screen came up asking me Windows permission to access me details – saying to click Accept or Deny button – but there was only a Deny button?

He calmly got me to the page again – and touched the screen and moved finger to the left – and wallah, the accept button came into view! I felt such a fool!

I then asked him how I couold set up the internet to start on Google UK when accessed? With seconds of flashing fingers he handed me the phone and said “All done mate!”

He even shown me how to save me favourites – but I’ve forgotten since – Oh dearie me!

IMG_0185Walked to the bus-stop noticing some Bling for the gals at the TFZ Facebook site.

Took a photo of them. The prices varied a bit, all earrings I think.

As we were going up Mansfield Road ont bus like, I remembered about calling at the Mansfield Road Baptist Church Hosuing Association Sheltered Housing unit of Sherwood Rise (Bit of a mouthful that?) I’ll refer to it as MRBHA in future posts methinks?).

IMG_0186I met the Warden Christine and confirmed my interest for certain and she said an interviewer would be calling to see me on Thursday 22nd May @ 1400hrs.

Second floor on the left No.2 (No curtains) is the one I hope to get into. Thinking about it, there are no neighbours above to make any noise and if the one to the right in the picture does, the living room is the one on the left corner of the building?

As I was setting up to take the photo many curtains twitched to have decker at me. Good that?

IMG_0187As I left the complex and crossed over the road to walk home two pavement cyclists had stopped to have a snog, he didn’t even dismount!

I waddled on down the road, crossed Hucknall Road and up Ebers Road feeding the pigeons that came down on the way.

The usual summer time gang of layabout yobs were drinking on the twitchel as I passed by. This made me more determined to do me best to get into MRBHA’s Spencer Court, even if it is expensive.

IMG_0188Then the heavens opened and the wind got very blustery with it.

This lady with the brolly was struggling in the winds.

Amazingly the rain stopped within a few minutes, but the howling winds stayed with us all night! Tsk!

Got in the dump and WC’d.

Set about sorting some things to get rid of IMG_0191and boxing and bagging them. Took hours but I wanted to get them done before Pete arrives to collect them for the Friary Charity that sister Jane volunteers at. I’m afraid I had to let the music centre that Shirley Blamey had so kindly sent me go to the Friary with some other stuff – feel guilty now after all her efforts time and costs.

I rang Pete to see what time he would be arriving – he was waiting for Jane to return from her nosh out with friends. We had a natter about yesterdays walk then he said he would ring me when she returned.

That was two hours a go. My sister Jane is a little gaddabout! Hehehe!

Did this diary while waiting for Pete to ring me.

Then remembered I’d not been to the Clinic! Argh!

Just hope he can get here in time for me to go there last thing.

Can’t do much more sorting until I get the room by moving the stacks ready to go. Still, I can sort me papers that need shredding cause Pete said he’s do them for me on his machine. (Mine broke-down – fancy that!).

I’ll make a start on it now – TTFN – aha, Pete rang, on his way…

Pete arrived and took the stuff for the Friary along with his and Jane’s nibbles and a lamb knuckle. So glad they like them.

He brought me a bag of marmite Crisps (All six in it! Hehe!) and a connector lead from his mobile that he does not use so I can download photo’s from me Lumia 635 bless him.

He couldn’t take any rubbish away on the day.

Had a cuppa and natter and I got a bollicking for not sorting the house out earlier – well he’s right!

Took two photos of Pete outside near his car – hopefully I can download them using his cable thingy to this Diary.

Not feeling too good about myself now.

Caught bus to the clinic – got seen to, came back. Continue with current cream, Betamethasone Corticosteroid’.

Mad nosh and ate it.

Then downloaded it, it tooketh ages to download? Perhaps the 8 updates from windows coming in at the same time slowed it down? I opened the picture files and nothing was their on any file? Then noticed another 14 updates being downloaded – had to restart laptop after an hour of waiting for them to install – Tsk!

IMG_0192Then downloaded me photo of me nosh from me camera.

Not bad, but I wasn’t in a good mood and felt somewhat annoyed and pitifully sorry fer missen – so, understandable.

Still waiting for the 14 updates to install and hope then after a restart I get to me photo’s on the camera? Mmmm!

20 minutes later all installed – no pictures??? Sod-it!

Mon 11.5.15: Inchcock Today

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Monday 11th May 2015

 IMG_0156Decent kip – WC’d tests done:

Sys 159 Dia 159 Puls 104 Temp 33.2

Got things ready for walk into town to meet with Pete who was to give me a mystery tour?

The moon was still visible in the sky at 0845hrs.

The usual pavement cyclists were suffered en route into the City Centre.

IMG_0158IMG_0157There were actually more than photographed here, but they
were too quick for me to catch on camera.

Met Pete and he guided me to the bus stop for the Route 100 Pathfinder bus.

IMG_0159 I could see on the information read out that this bus went to Southwell, a route of about 16 or so miles.

Thank heavens for the pensioners free bus-pass! 

The weather was behaving but the bouncy bus made me waste a few shots that blurred a bit.

IMG_0161As we left Carlton we went under the Searing Hill bridge – so sad that no trains use it nowadays.

Going into Burton Joyce brought back many memories of me Co-op working days, and some of the houses Pete helped build still stood!

Gave us cause for a natter or two that did.

IMG_0162On and toward Lowdham island and through the village.

More memories evoked for both of us.

IMG_0163The sky was looking good as we left the village of Thurgarton.

I asked Pete what the mystery trip was about?

He said he was planning to do a 10 mile Nottingham Walk as advertised in the Nottingham Post and we were going to the starting point so he would know where is was next week when he went on it.

Oh good I thought.

We carried on (Well the bus did) and arrived at IMG_0167the outskirts of Southwell.

Through Brackenhurst Campus, the Dumbells, the Ropewalk then the terminus Norwood Gardens, Southwell.

IMG_0168Proof that the bus was driving within the speed limit showing near the junction of our destination.

Pete got out his Ordnance Survey map and his compass and scale rule for his map out and we were off down the main street, Lower Kirklington Road.

Pete soon identified the leafy lane we were to walk down and again got out his paraphernalia and assessed it was 1.8 miles to the car park he was IMG_0169looking for (The start point of the 10 mile Walk).

 He encouraged me to carry on and ignore me arthritis and angina.

It really was a nice day, we plodded on, finding a concealed area for a wee-wee in the trees.

Just in time as some horse-riders appeared coming in the other direction on the narrow footpath.

IMG_0170I assumed it was a lady rider as Pete got out his mobile to take a photo and I got my camera out and took one of him taking one of her if yer ee wot I mean like?

The knees were giving me some gip now.

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As we passed under an old railway bridge Pete found it on his map and showed considerable interest in the fancy brickwork I pointed out to him.

IMG_0172We came across a small beck near the next bridge and this reminded Pete of his young days a-wandering around the area as like wot he did.

Eventually, weary and tired we arrived at the aforesaid car park that Pete wanted to find.

A sign indicated we had 3 miles to walk to get back to Southwell!

Oh Good I thought…

Made my day that did – Hehe.

IMG_0174I broke out the nibbles and tried to look at the old railway station that was there many years ago.

Pete took me around the back and we saw the old Station-Master’s house was still in use – modernised and that like.

Ah, memories.

IMG_0171Pete pointed out the route, and we backtracked to the bus-stop in Southwell.

The bus arrived and we departed on our way back into Nottingham.

A little further on we passed the famous Saracens Head public house.

A long history that place has. It filled its useful purpose as an Inn to 5th May, 1674.

On that day an event occurred within its walls IMG_0175which made it famous. In those days it was called “The Kings Head”, and it was here at seven 0’clock in the morning that King Charles arrived heartbroken and weary after an all-night ride in appalling circumstances, accompnied by Dr Hudson.

From Charles’ point of view the war was lost and he was trying to make the best terms he could. Negotiations between going on between Charles and the Scottish Commissioners. At last Hudson had succeeded in obtaining terms which would be acceptable to both sides.

Charles was stolen out of Oxford, he reached Southwell where he met Montreuil, the French envoy who was acting as intermediary.

.Charles surrendered and was invited to accompany them to headquarters of the Scottish army at Kelham.

That was the end of Charles as a free man.

The name of the “Kings Head” was changed to “Saracens Head”. It was wondered if the “Saracens Head” was a covert reference to Charles 11 who was IMG_0176referred to by his friends as “The Black Boy”, after his flight from Worcester and during those days when loyalty spelt danger.

On through the villages chatting away… not the villages chatting away like, me and Pete chatting away I mean like.

IMG_0177Under the bridge into Carlton and we were soon back in town.

Pete came with me to the EE shop and a very kind young lady helped show me how to sign in my email on me mobile.

She offered to sell me a cable to transfer me photo’s from the camera to me laptop – Pete said he had one at home I could have. Saved a bit there then.

Pete did his best to ensure I’d got the message about what to do to get signed in on me mobile.

We parted and I caught the bus back home with me aching feet (I’d have  job without em eh?).

On the bus, me mobile rang, it was the warden from the MRBA housing informing me they had a flat coming free and would I like to have a look – I said yes and thanked her – if I got off at the next stop the place would only be a five minute walk away – how fortunate.

I dropped off and called to see the lady and the flat – I registered my interest, she asked me to ring her tomorrow and let her know yea or nae.

I’ve got to go to the hospital tomorrow for me INR tests, I’ll call in on me way home and let her know yea!

Then I was all in a right state in me mind – so much to get done, the first thing is to start cleaning up and clearing out – hard on yer own and without transport.

IMG_0178Pete said he would help with the selling of the house, I rang him and he said to get things moving and then let him know.

The brain is racing now – worrying, fretting…

Walked home, nearly being clobbered by a pavement cyclist en-route!

Got in the dump and WC’d.

Wasn’t hungry at all. too tensed and nervous now with the thought of managing everything IMG_0179with the prospective move into sheltered housing. Then I thought of the costs – I forgot to ask the warden what the rent is? Must do that tomorrow***

Mad a nosh of sort but couldn’t eat it all.

My diary’s will not be so light hearted or detailed for while, due to being needed to work on me new problems. Sorry.

.Oh, Pete took some photo’s of me on his phone – if he sends them before I nod off I’ll add them, otherwise add the to tomorrow’s news.

He’s sent em now:

GCS01 GCS02 GCS03

Sun 10.5.15 Inchcock Today – Housebound Again – Poor old chap!

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IMG_0153Sunday 10th May 2015

 Hastened to the porcelain.

I feel like I must been dreaming all the way through me four hours kip last night… well, this morning. Remembered some bits and found some notes I’d scribbled too – how do I do that and not remember writing them?

Hatred, fear, mockery, calamity, frustration even Cameron was in there somewhere I think – got his name on me pad anyway.

The sky still had fast moving clouds belting past – and the winds were also high and I didn’t like that for me walk today.

IMG_0154Made  flask of tea and pot of porridge.

As I moved to go back up the stairs the angina hit me badly at the same time as the arthritis in me knees started playing up. Tsk!

I was hoping to meet with Pete Monday (Tomorrow) to go on a walk. Best if I stay indoors today and dose missen up with extra med’s?

Started laptop and took me medications and porridge.

Did me tests:

Sys 149, Dia 88, Pulse 85, Temp 31.2c.

At least the haemorrhoids are not bleeding or too bad. The ticker feels okay too.

The Dreams: Seems I was in a massive bombed out or burnt office block and again searching for something, everytime I tried to move from the office I was in each door was slammed shut until I came to the last one, that had the door removed and Bonio dog biscuits scattered along the corridor outside… I folded a voting form into a plane and floated it down the corridor – David Cameron came out from a door with a flamethrower and burnt it, then ran back into the room laughing?

I crept along and saw on the door a notice with two fingers on it and the writing ‘The Laughing Cavalier’?

Then I was on a bridge over a dirty canal, that was filled with drowning people all calling for help but no sounds came from them, just Bernard Cribbins ‘Gossip Calypso’ in the background – I tried to throw ropes in to the people in the water each time I did the rope turned into lightning or static electricity of some sort – then I was in a shop and having carnal relations with a big buxom hairy lass who I felt I knew – later we got on me motorbike and sidecar and went searching for someone called Petunia in Scotland?

Some notes I’d written meant nothing as I’d written them alone – Pursed, Suicide, Buses, arithmetic and mining?

JillywinI did some experimenting with graphics in the hope that Corel and Serif would let me and not crash too often – Tsk!

Managed to get some effects done on a Graphic of Jilly from Australia who is on the TFZ Facebook page.

Then I tried doing some of the same original in CorelPaint Pro 6.

There are some newer options on this programme and it took me ages try each one to see if I could come up with one that seemed a bit different but got there in the end.

Jill dressR3I was reasonably satisfied with the last one.

It looked like it could be a postage stamp.

So I developed the theme in Coreldraw9 and tried to make it look like one for a bit of fun.

Jillywin2I liked it, hope Jilly and the others do?

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Nosh of the Month up to now – Mmm!

Made and then devoured me nosh;

Lamb-shank in Rosemary and Mint gravy, peas, potatoes along with an ice-cream and citrus cake bar.

Twas wonderful and tasty.

I can still taste the lamb with its herb gravy now – but feel a tad guilty about the poor sheep.

Fell  asleep for hours – waking up confused again as to what day and time it was again!

Took me medications very late, but I dare not miss another Warfarin dose.

Brother-in-law Pete emailed to meet me at 0930hrs in the morning at his bus-stop in town and he’ll take me on a mystery tour?

I emailed confirmation back then rang him. He was on the bed with the cats.

Had a good shave to save time in the morning.

Anne Gyna calming down nicely now.

Did this update.

Sat 9.5.15: Inchcock Today: Ingordigiousness abounds…

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Saturday 9th May 2015

 Got a decent sleep in last night, a good 6 hours.

The dreams were something about me in a crowd like in the cup final and I was searching everywhere for someone or something – ended up with me looking down at missen and I was in a giant pan being boiled in soup? I seemed quite happy with this though.

Woke and climbed downstairs.

IMG_0134The clouds were moving at a fast pace this morning.

Sprayed some weed-killer on the garden patch – the kids have been in again throwing me rockery rocks about.

Washed me pots from last night, made a flask of tea, WC’d and did me checks: Sys 174 Dia 78 Pulse 78 Temp 45c

Laptop on and started this diary off.

Coreldraw froze – Corel Paint, everytime I try to use it a message comes up telling me important update to stability faults need to be downloaded – I turn of the programme and click OK – everytime it tells me I need to turn off the programme before it can install update patch! The window informing me of this stays open all the time!

AALonaTried Serif plus and that froze. Restart after restart – blimey, it took me ages to get me first graphicalisation dun and posted on TFZ facebook!

Oh dear!

The TFZ Gal Knitters I called it, I was looking for a ‘cute’ element in it like.

Gawd I’ve got a massive headache coming on now, Tsk!

Forced missen to get a spit and polish and ready fer me trip to town – decided to go to Sneinton Market, partly because I’ve not been there for years and I thought I might get some decent photo’s fer the TFZers on Facebook.

Set off and caught the bus into town where I had a wobble around…

0603I plodded down to the Sneinton Market first.

0608Down Milton Street, left into Upper Parliament street, Lower Parliament Street through Burton Street and left through Boston Street, right up Brook Street and left into the Market… and what a sight for sore eyes it was!

Pathetic – about six stalls with crap for sale in the wind blown vast expanse 0609of concrete.

Hogwash!

So sad from the days when I used to go their in the 50’s and 60s when it was all hustle and bustle and watch yer wallet as you searched for and usually found a bargain or two.

Later when I got back I found a photo from 1961 to post along with todays to show how things have gone downhill with the open markets nowadays.

Nostalgic moment suffered here!

I wobbled to the end of Bath Street 0605and left into Beck Street, across and up Heathcoat Street and right down Goosegate.

On the corner the ‘Odd shop’ as it is known had some great stuff on display and I took a couple of snaps for the ‘Bling’ gals on TFZ.

I’ve no idea what these gems are, but 0606they looked good to me.

And these ladies watches were really different than any others I’ve seen anywhere else.

They had some hats in one if the windows but the reflection from that window meant they didn’t come out very good at all.

0607Down to Chinese store and had a wonder around getting some seaweed. My usual one in olive oil and a new one that is dried and actually looks like seaweed should. I’m aiming to try a bit of this tonight with me nosh.

They had some American pasta in the window I noticed as I was leaving and took a photo of it as best I could like.

I walked back up Goosegate through Hockley noticing something I missed in the ‘Odd Shop’ 0604window earlier.

Took a photo of it as it got me curious at to what it was and did like.

A German engineered Dry-herb Vaporiser?

I still don’t know what it is or does – can anyone help me please?

Whatever it is I hope it works cause at £325 it ain’t cheap! That’s CAD $605.79, USD $501.88, AUD $ 632.65.

0611A bit further up Hockley the model cow outside an eatery was attracting a lot of interest from the ankle-snappers.

This gal in the picture was overjoyed and tried to milk it! Not kidding. (Hehe, bless her, how one so young knew about such things I don’t know!).

I plodded on through Carlton Street and Pelham street, Thurland Street the Clinton Street East and over the road into the Vic Centre.

0613Walked through and into Tesco to get some fresh cream cakes – but overcame the desire with a willpower of steel (Not really, they were short dated).

I got some of their very nice Curried Beans and some Garden peas on offer, Sugardrop tomatoes and Cheesey Seaweed nibbles.

I left from the top entrance and walked down to Upper Parliament street – avoiding the argument going on between a group of Eastern European gentlemen by the sound of their language used to each other – odd how many English swear words were intermingled with their own language?

0612Feeling well tired now, I took a photo of the crowd and nipped off tp catch me bus back to Carrington.

I droppedoff the bus and called in the Co-op to get some of their thins – they only had short date ones left, but they were reduced so I got a pack.

The twitchell was occupied with lurking yobs so I took the long route back to the dump.

0614Still even so, Fatima and Fred must have seen me and followed because they came down for their nibbles.

A feeling of impending gloom came over me when I got in the house?

WC’d and put me purchases away, then got me 0615nosh sorted.

Dropped one of tins of curried beans on me foot…

I swore profusely!

Made a flask of tea up and took me nosh up to enjoy while watching a DVD.

0616The new seaweed is really strong – I liked it.

Just covered in water for three minutes and it was ready.

The Sugarsweet tomatoes weren’t very sweet though.

Fell asleep several times then gave up trying to watch the film.

I dreamed of Shirley Blamey and Mike Steeden and a classroom in me dreams – but can’t remember what happened in em. Tsk!

Got on with this diary then did some Facebooking.