Up at 0400hrs – due to falling asleep so soon last night because I was so well shattered.
Cuppa and took me medications.
Spent far too long on the laptop/notebook! Tried to find out how to set the export function to default RGB 24 bit, as the 32 bit colours come out differently on screen when posted – Huh! I still have to do it manually for each graphic.
I searched the web to try and find out how to do it but found nowt to help me.
Then I had a go at searching the Windows 8 helpline thingy to change the screen from high to medium viewing. Like a shot I found in an hour later.
Getting on by then, so to appease the guilt a little I did some shredding of me old documents.
Spur of the moment thing, I decided to go to Bulwell in the vain hope of getting some Curried Beans and or Microwave Sausages.
The sky brightened up while I was at the bus-stop. The little speck in the centre of the picture is the police helicopter.
Caught the number 17 into Bulwell.
As I got off the bus a fight was taking place near the Taxi/Cab place, so I walked the other way to avoid any hassle to the Market Place.
Many pavement cyclist (too many to even think of photographing).
Mobility scooter haven Bulwell is as we.
Went to the cheapo shop, but they had no Curried Beans or Microwave sausages in.
Called in Heron Foods shop – but they had no Curried Beans or Microwave sausages in.
Went to the Iceland store – but they had no Curried Beans or Microwave sausages in.
Then finally into Fultons Foods – but they had no Curried Beans or Microwave sausages in either.
However they did have some Torunska sausage and Blackcurrant and vanilla ice cream lollies, so I got some.
As I came out of the store I noticed the kiddies ride outside the shop was doing a roaring trade – and they were selling (Or trying to sell) Candy-Floss at £1.50 each!) Bit pricey that I thought?
The only ankle-snapper on the Tea-cup ride seemed utterley disinterested to say the least.
I hastened (Well hobbled as fast as I could manage) to the bus-station so me Iced lollies didn’t melt before I got em in the fridge – but couldn’t resist taking a photo of some beautiful rings I noticed in the jewellers store window, for the TFZ gals.
Limped on and joined the queue for the bus, just missed one so had to wait a good while. Tsk!
Glad I remembered to take me book with me to read on the bus like. It’s stories and tales from the soldiers who were there at Dunkirk.
Soon back in Carrington and taking the long route to the dump, as a ganglet of youths were loitering at my end of the street.
Got in and no demand for the porcelain presented itself? Odd that.
Felt peckish earlier today – so decided to make baked potatoes and beef curry. Bit adventurous fer me I know.
Flippinng heck it hot! Too hot for me I’m afraid, I thought with it saying it was Chinese style it would me mild – Tsk!
Two hours later and me mouth and throat are still hot!
Woke remembering bits of some dreams… chasing people but never getting close to them, down streets, over rooftops and in sewers and caves?
Came down and made a cuppa, fed the pigeons.
Made sure my neighbours and my bins were pulled out for the Refuse Administrator Facilitators (Formerly Bin-men before the European Human Rights shower got involved) arrival later. (0545hrs)
A bit damp this morning, the sun forcing it’s way through though. It went back in as I wrote this.
Took me medications.
The space in the corner of the room, now free of Nottingham Hospice Charity shop donations and rubbish bags took some getting used to. Hehehe!
It’ll soon get filled again once I get me wind and find time to do some more sorting.
Not up to it at the moment, the stomach is churning again – a feeling of comfortableness and expectancy lingers about this – please not the runs again… Please!
Updated me diary with dates of Dentist, Skin-cancer, INR Warfarin level test and Clinic appointments.
At last, a heavy-duty call to the porcelain. Regrettably the anticipated runs turned out the opposite and blood flowed.
Cleaned myself up, made another cuppa and returned to the laptop.
Used Coreldraw X7 to make the header for this post.
Bin men called, pulled bins back off the road afterwards.
Went up to have an abluting session and shave. Bit of a shock when I looked in the mirror – Gawd I look pale, almost ghostly!
Got me things, bus-pass, Pound-shop umbrella (Raining heavy now) nibbles and small shopping list: Curried beans and cooked pork only on it.
I thought twice about going out when I opened the door and saw the rain belting down. Huh!
Got me Pound shop umbrella, bus-pass, nibbles and shopping list only curried beans and cooked pork joint on it – no Heinz curried beans left in Nottingham, Derby or Mansfield! Tsk!
On me walk into town I was weary of the gigantic puddles in the gutters and tried to nip past them between cars to avoid getting soaked when they drive through them – but no, a flaming bus came as I was walking by a big un and soaked me through all down me right side.
I walked on and turned back taking a photo of the next bus to show how the first one got me! Swines!
No rush this morning, cause I couldn’t use me free pensioners bus-pass until 0930hrs so I poddled squelchingly along up the hill.
At the pelican crossing near the entrance to the Forest recreation ground the lights had taken a bashing from some vehicle or other.
I pressed on slowly over the hill and down into the City Centre.
Found myself a little early to use me bus-pass when I got to the Victoria bus-station, so I went in Vic Centre to see if I could find anyone selling curried beans – mission failed, I returned to the Vic bus-station and got on a Red Arrow bus to Derby.
As we stopped on upper Parliament Street I took a photograph through the front windows of the bus.
The rain continued to pelt down.
Despite the weather, that didn’t stop James Hunt the driver from getting us all to Derby in double quick time.
In Derby I went through the back of the bus-station to the river Derwent, the first site was of several poor weather battered pigeons on the posts at the river-side.
I walked back a bit and threw them some seeds and earth-worm sticks.
This attracted the mallards and Canadian geese to approach me demanding more!
It amazes me how great big geese like these can pick up and eat individual seeds from the floor?
I get an odd satisfaction from feeding these wild birds, don’t know why but I just seem to feel better for doing it?
(Made new header later in Coreldraw X7 using one of me photo’s of the pigeons I took in Derby)
I left the birds fighting for the food and walked down and over to the Eagle Centre market – thinking I might find some curried beans at the cheapo stall there.
When I got up to it I found an empty stall – they had closed down! Tsk!
So up and into the centre proper an got missen a pork joint.
Then to the Derby City Council offices and caught a bus to Mansfield.
By gum I value me free bus-pass!
The driver left the engine running, a bit roughly to me mind, and got out to have a fag.
We set off and the journey took about an hour to get to Mansfield.
The scenery along the country lanes was wonderful, even in the rain.
As the bus filled up the buggy-bays did too.
The kids seemed determined to destroy the seats and ring the bell throughout their journey.
The aisle between the seats came in handy for their chasing game as well. The driver knew better than question their antics and disturb the mothers on their mobile phones – sensible bloke!
We arrived at Mansfield Bus station and those left on the bus seemed in an inordinate rush to get off?
I thought there might have been an injury or two as they battled each other to get off the bus first?
Then they seemed to scatter to various exits and disappeared into the ether?
I trudged down the rain soaked under-pass and went to check out the B&M store and Pound Stretcher store in search of Heinz Curried Beans.
None to be had – I know Lynton Cox told me they had stopped making them like.
But if they stopped making em cause they weren’t selling, you’d think there would be some left to be had?
Huh!
I made me way back to the bus-station and caught a Pronto bus back to Nottingham.
The wind is getting up now as well as the constant rain.
The bus stopped at some road-works for ages and this gave me a chance to take a photo of the fields and sky.
I was well pleased with this one.
I’ve made a bit bigger when I put it in. For once it was just how the eye saw it too.
And no reflections either?
We joined a rather long queue as we approached some roadworks using stationery trafficking lights.
We were there for ages, not that it mattered to me like, as I happily failed to finish me crossword again.
As we passed the roadworks the mud splattered onto the windows and that was the end of any good photo taking through the bus window.
I did try to take a photo quickly of a horse on a hill as we sped passed, but didn’t come out well. Hey-ho!
I could claim I was trying to take an atmospheric photo?
But I wasn’t.
Dropped off the bus in Carrington and hobble back to the House of rubbish.
I put the kettle on and as I started the laptop… sorry… Notebook (Can someone tell me the difference please?) there was no fewer than three peoples having a delve into the rubbish skip across the road – I caught the last one on me camera.
This skip certainly has fascinated and attracted much interest of the locals.
I espied after taking this photograph the seagull lurking on the roof. After reading about the Chihuahua pecked to death by seagulls in Devon – I hope they don’t move into Nottingham. Here are some headlines about Seagull attacks in England.
From the BBC News site:
“A pensioner has died after being attacked by seagulls in his garden. As the terror of overprotective gulls returns all round the UK, people are asking what can be done about them.”
From the Mail:
Nikki wayne, 57, had previously spotted he birds diving for her five-month-old Chihuahua Bella. The seagulls swooped and pecked the dog to death before she could get back inside. Read more:
Small dogs have bled to death, children’s lips been sliced open, and an elderly man died of a heart attack following a particularly vicious assault in his back garden (3). News that the Royal Mail has temporarily halted deliveries to an otherwise peaceful Cornish cul-de-sac because of the danger should come as no big surprise; it’s happened before.
A diving herring gull is a missile: special attack talon on the heel, razor-sharp two-inch beak, 1.4-metre wingspan, more than a kilo of angry bird travelling at 65kph. No wonder there’s blood. And there are more and more of them, at least in built-up areas: Britain’s urban gull population – thriving on takeaway scraps, open-topped litter bins and landfill sites to scavenge from, and wide ledges and flat rooftops to nest on – is growing by 20% a year. Seagulls can live for up to 40 years, and their survival rate in cities is 95%.
From the London Standard: Pensioner killed by seagulls
Neighbours told how former ambulance driver Wilfred Roby disturbed a nest of chicks as he tried to clean bird droppings from the roof of his garage in Anglesey, north Wales.
The parent birds, joined by other gulls, swooped on the 80-year-old, knocking him off the wall on which he was standing and on to the ground, where they continued to peck at him as he lay unconscious.
Worrying innit?
I went into the charms section on Windows and found how to find and open the clipping option – then spent a good while finding out how to exit from it (Exit from the new green windows on Windows 8, I tried so many things that when I did get back into the internet I’d forgotten how I did it! Huh!.
I noticed in the email from the Housing place a little spelling mistake or two in it – or was it with the‘Looing’?
Was it an indication of the gentleman’s intentions to inform me that my bladder control would be examined? Hehehe! Not that I could move in there even if there was any vacancies with it not being assisted housing.
Today Steve from Age UK is coming at 1400hrs to see me to offer advice and discuss how I can advance in my clearing out and assisted living home search.
BJ called last night just after I’d nodded off to kip, to tell me he’s coming today to take some stuff for me to the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop bless him.
BJ looking distinguished in this photo of him at the Pumping Station.
Did some Facebooking and took me medications, passed wind and started me piles bleeding.
The flock of pigeons came down for their breakfast as I took some stuff out to the bin.
I managed to download and install some fonts to the new laptop/notebook – I still don’t know the difference between them or why the old machine was called a laptop and this one is called a Notebook? This is one job that is actually easier in the new windows, once you’ve worked out how to do it of course.
Opened Coreldraw x7 and made the header for today’s dairy.
Popped up to use the porcelain and me rear end was bleeding… Fancy that!
The pain from me Whoopsiedangleplop at the Lidl check-out yesterday afternoon is less than I thought it might have, but still stinging a bit. No idea if any bruises have appeared I imagine they must have. I’ll get BJ to have a look when he arrives, because I’m supposed to log any new bruising on me Warfarin record card.
BJ rang I missed it and rang him back – he’ll be here at 1100hrs. (Somehow with his timekeeping record I doubt this – but would be pleased to be proved wrong).
Went up and got missen cleansed and polished in readiness for the day ahead.
Down at 1050hrs awaiting BJ’s arrival.
1120hrs, Still awaiting BJ’s arrival.
1140hrs BJ arrived. Quick natter and we were off to the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop with the many bags of gear for them.
When we left I called into the dentists just up the road to confirm my next appointment.
When I came out of there I couldn’t find BJ, he was not in the car?
He appeared a few minutes later, he’s been to the greengrocers and scrounged two empty potato bags for me to use for me shredded paper bless him.
He ran me home and I picked up me Warfarin Record & dosage sheet and had a walk to the GP surgery and booked my next INR level tests for next Tuesday @ 1045hrs.
Then back to the flea-pit to await the arrival of Stephen from the Age UK group.
He arrived at the stated time and we had a chin-wag about the assisted flat hunting, and looked at some on the internet.
Favourites at the moment seems to to be Colville Court near the cemetery – handy that, it’ll save on expenses when I croak-out.
Steve is going to have a word with City Homes to see if he can get them to raise my standing from the the bottom one of Group 4 in the waiting list for Independent Living accommodation.
And he also said he will also contact Metropolitan Housing who own Colville Court to see if we can go take a look at them first before applying to go on the waiting list.
The area is all prostitutes and students BJ tells me… Mmmm?
Wonder how he knows? Hehehe!
Steve was very understanding of me problems with me health I must say, grand chap.
I thanked him and Steve departed.
I then set off for me bus-ride into the City Centre to try and get some curried beans.
At the end of the street, I turned, and went back to the dump, and collected me bus-pass.
The bus was full of mobile-phoners and kids in prams.
Got off and went into Tesco and spent too much again, Sopocka, Marmite Crisps, Tesco brand curried beans (Not good, but fair like), err… cream cake, radishes and other bits.
Within minutes of leaving Tesco I nearly had a collision with two daft Pavement Cyclists who crossed, against the lights like the pedestrians, they nearly clobbered into me and some other folk… Tsk!
At the next crossing lights, the Nottingham Pedestrians confirmed their intention not to reform their habit of crossing the road against the Red Lights!
In fact this mother was actually dragging her daughter by the arm while pushing a baby in a push-chair with the other arm! Amazing or what?
I noted they were getting on with the new Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall) main entrance as I walked to the bus-stop to catch a bus home.
Feeling tired now, another hectic day for the Young Nottingham Lad eh?
I called in the Co-op when I dropped off the bus. The reason being that when I was doing me paper shredding I came across a Dividend Card statement and thought I could supply them with the number of the card and see if I could get any ‘Divi’ back?
At first the woman just said “You’ll have to phone our customer services people and ask them”. I explained about me frequent problems using the phone, pointing to me hearing aids as I said this. She kindly offered to ring them for me with me confirming who I was like. It turned out the statement I’d found was from 1989 – Oooer!
She said I’ve to fill in a form and send it off – then kindly said if she could have the statement she’d do it for me – I went all coy and thanked her.
Back to the dump, no WC visit yet.
Laptop on and loaded me photographs from the day to use on here later, then got me nosh ready.
It was nice, but it was far too much for me to eat, got carried away a bit methinks?
Baked potatoes with olive oil spread and caramelised red onion relish, beetroots (Ruddy hard beetroots), Danish blue cheese, radishes, tomatoes, Silesian sausages, mixed leaves and bread thins.
I’ve bringing wind up now!
I had me Fresh Cream French Horn later on.
I got the diary dine up to this point and fell a-kip!
I just nodded off and brother-in-law Pete rang to see how I was – and tell me that the skin cancer growth they taken from his shoulder was found to be malignant. They are going to take some more tests and remove a greater area. I said I’d go with him if I was not in hospital myself. He’s had bad luck there the lad has.
The chap only had one patch of skin cancer growth and it turns out to be malignant. Hope all goes well for him.
Made me wonder about the eight patches of growth I am going to have removed on June 12th.
I’d made notes during the night, but they were unreadable.
I recall being in a cellar with shop accoutrements and equipment all over the place, not unlike the cellar at the old Co-operative House on Parliament Street in Nottingham was in the 60’s.
The old wooden cash drawer from No3 store on Carlton Road I recognised, with its divisions and round wooden pots for the cash, it even had the old dividend pad we had to fill in for each customer sale.
Scattered around were bacon slicing machines of various types, rusty delivery bikes with their baskets corroded, boning knives, saws, white staff and grey managers coats, the old wooden tubs of 60lb of Danish butter were even there.
Old counters and wooden floorboards and in the middle, many of the people I knew form those days were sat apparently playing cards?
I’m sure there was much more in the dreams because the notes I made were large – even if as I say, unreadable.
Down and started lap and Woes! When I tried to load Google Chrome I was informed that changes to the internet supplier has caused problems? I had the choice of reloading or resetting all attachments?
I reloaded but nowt happened. Then I rebooted the modem – and phew… all came back on. I hope this doesn’t happen again – the very thought of losing me internet connection makes me suicidal and panic in fear of doing something wrong and losing it altogether.
I wondered if it was because I was using the old laptop last night?
I nipped up to the WC and noticed me can of shaving cream was on the stairs with blood on it?
Had I been sleep-walking? I checked missen over but could not find any bleeding – even the little Inch and haemorrhoids were clear of blood this morning – but why the shaving foam should have blood on it beats me?
I had a rinse and noticed blood on the toothbrush? Weird!
What the flipping heck had I been doing in me sleep? (Hehehe – had to laugh to myself though).
Finishing this diary update now, and I’m going to do some Facebooking then get the shredder set-up and clear some of the mountain of paperwork… I hope!
Hello, I’ve just looked a piccy I posted in yesterdays diary, and the bloodied shaving foam is in that??? I’m losing it here…
On with the paper shredding for two hours.
Filled up a small paper bag and giant box’s with the shredded documents, nowhere left to store them for now.
I decided I’d get me laundrette duties done today, and I can get some nosh in at the same time.
So I got myself spruced up, fed the pigeons and set of to the launderette.
Many was on duty today, but she was busy.
Got the machine going and nipped to Lidl to see what they had for me nosh.
I got some New Zealand apples, jacket potatoes Silesian sausages and two cheese rolls.
When I got to join the queue at the checkout…
The chap behind me in the line swung up a pack of 6 large cola bottles onto the conveyor and the pack split as he did, hitting me on the shoulder and sliding down clouting me hip then thigh and knee.
The skin cancer growth took the worst of the blow.Tsk!
Shook me up a bit but I soon came round.
The security guard disappeared and a couple of youths from the staff came and asked me “Are you alright” “Yes” I foolishly said. And they disappeared too.
The young man that hit me was full of apologies and offered to help me home with the food. One of those things really.
I limped back to the launderette ad got me washing in the drier.
Mandy said I looked pale, what’s happened? I told her, she said Why is always that these things happen to you? I said: I was thinking the same. Hehehe!
Steve from Age UK rang me, I missed the call and rang him back. He’s going to call and see me tomorrow at 1400hrs.
Packed up me finished washing and trudged home.
The shoulder painful and the hip a bit so.
Put me stuff away and updated this diary.
Got me nosh prepared. Last of the Polish belly pork, Silesian sausages, me last can of curried beans (Sob!) cheese cobs, tomatoes, baked potatoes and tomatoes.
Very filling, nice.
Took me medications as I got up to visit the porcelain the stiffening of me shoulder was painful. Bet I’ve got some bruises, but can’t see the area of me anatomy to check.
Did some Facebooking but felt so tired.
Finished off this diary.
Must remember Steve from a
Age UK is coming tomorrow… please let me remember!
Back up to the porcelain. Back down and kettle on (realising I’d forgot to get me milk yesterday – Tsk!) and took me medications.
Photo’d the sky on the way down.
Thought through the days designs.
I’ll skip the launderette today, because yesterday being a Bank Holiday I couldn’t get an appointment at the GP to have me INR Warfarin level checks done, so will have to go to the Queens Medical Centre haematology department today to have it done.
I wanted to set up the shredder and get sorting some paperwork out today, also to get some stuff off to the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop.
Missed call from BJ on mobile last night – but with me collapsing and falling asleep? I’ll call him back later at a reasonable time. He was probably calling to see if I was still going to the launderette?
I rang BJ back and explained thing and he said he could not get to take any bags for me until Thursday, and then not for certain. Told him I appreciate his circumstances and thanked him for his help.
I tried to learn about adding deleting fonts on W8… huh! gave up and loaded my old MS Office onto the new laptop – what a performance, I lost two hours getting it on right… damned new technology!
Set off on me walk into town with me bus-pass and list of things to do and get.
I called in the launderette and had a natter with BJ as he did his washing.
Then set off on me walk into Nottingham City Centre.
I’d not gone more than just over the side road in this picture above and one of the famous Pavement Cyclists made an appearance – with one in the distance too!
I plodded on, feeling a bit better thinking it’s about time I had a decent walk.
As I started down the hill the traffic lights at the junction of Mansfield Road and Huntingdon Street were blocked, traffic at a standstill.
Soon as I got me camera out they started to move a bit.
I called in the Victoria bus-station and got a time-table for the 141 service to Mansfield – hoping I can find time to use it soon.
Went into Tesco and got some bread but forgot to look for me curried beans.
As I came out of the centre the two old Post-boxes caught me eye and I wondered how long it would be before they are replaced.
A bit of Olde England there I thought.
I caught a bus to the Queens Medical Centre, the Y36 ran by a private company. They have bought all Mercedes Benz buses.
I was a tad concerned when I saw the drivers left leg shaking like wot teenagers and druggies do like.
We were soon at the Queens Medical Centre.
There was a good sized queue for the haematology department, so I took a ticket and sat down and got me Dunkirk book out to read. Then changed to reading the free Metro newspaper, where I came across an interesting article about City Cycling… It seems they are to spend £6m on widening the cycling lanes and introducing more of them!
Seems to me the Pavement Cyclists of Nottingham would prefer to use the side-walks and pedestrian areas as it is! The dangerous gits!.
Got seen to by the nice new nurse in the blood room and gave her their nibbles and said me cheerios – no time for a natter as they were busy.
Caught a bus to Bulwell in search of me curried beans.
Amazingly and unintentionally as I took a photo en route – I caught yet another Nottingham Pavement Cyclist through the bus window on the left!
Got into Bulwell and called at the Fulton’s store, but they had no curried beans or microwave sausages either Huh!
So I caught a bus to Arnold… well Arnold eventually that was. It went all over the place – not that it mattered apart from I was not going to get me shredding done later, but it was a nice ride.
Spotted more Nottingham Pavement Cyclist en route. Tsk!
Got to Arnold and went in the Fultons Store there.
They didn’t have any curried beans or microwave sausages either.
I got some milk and cheese though – but after standing at the checkout for ages with no staff appearing I dropped the basket where I as and left.
I went over to Iceland and guess what?… They didn’t have any curried beans or microwave sausages either.
I did get a couple of bits, milk, tomatoes and Bertolli Original Olive oil spread – but no curried beans or microwave sausages.
Caught a bus back to town, believe it or not when I saw it I thought ‘Hello, this bus is in a state. When it moved off the engine didn’t sound very good to me, and it was loaded with Nottinghamians with mobiles and ankle-snappers.
First time on that bus for me – What a route it took as well: Arnold, Oxclose Lane through the Bestwood Estate, Chippenham across to Beckhampton through Rise Park to the shopping centre – and that’s where it happened… the smoke from the engine accompanied by the fumes and the driver had us abandoned the bus and wait for the next one in 15 minutes.
The woman next to me got my sympathy cause it was a cold wind blowing and we were at the top of a hill while we waited for the bus to arrive.
From there we piled onto the new bus and it continued on it’s circuitous route into the City Centre.
We passed the shop I used to manage for the NCS years ago, sadly all closed up and for sale now (Right).
My mind went back to the good and bad times I had there.
Then we travelled up Alfreton Road into town and we passed what was the first ever Marsdens shop I worked at – more memories evoked.
There I was, a 14 year old ankle-snapper full of hopes aspirations and good intentions starting off on me chosen career… and I loved the job as well!
Into town and down Derby Road, I dropped off at the top of Friar lane and walked down and across the Slab Square.
Odd, but I felt I didn’t belong or fit-in the photograph I took?
Funny that.
The blue blow-up things you can see in the slab square are mini-tennis areas using soft balls.
On the left were mini-tennis courts set-up, and very popular they were too!
I knew they were not using proper tennis balls as soon as I put me camera back in me pocket and one of the balls clouted me on the back of me head. Hehehe, could this only happen to me?
Waiting for the bus to Carrington to arrive (Gawd I love my pensioners free bus-pass to bits!) I had a read of the Post Light.
The letters page had this on the right in it.
So glad to see others want the death penalty bringing back for Pavement Cycling!
Only joking!
Arrived in Carrington and nipped into the Co-op to find that they didn’t have any curried beans or microwave sausages either.
Out and through the twitchell, and got a shock as this twit of a Pavement Cyclist came passed me from behind making jump – the Gerplonkergit him!
Fed the pigeons en route to back to the asylum.
WC’s and cleaned up my bleeding Inch and rear-end piles.
Had wash and put me shopping such as it was away and got me nosh prepared for later.
Found a letter ont floor – the clinic were not happy with missing last weeks visit – I sent them an email apologising and explaining the reason I missed the appointment.
I feel such a fool now!
Not that I wasn’t one before like…
The loaded cheese and onion tattie-skins were nice, the English tomatoes very nice.
Used up the last of me Polish belly-pork with garden peas along with some of the tomatoes and gorgeous caramelised red onion relish with some bread thins.
Oh and me last Cox’s apple too.
I’m getting leg cramps now. Tsk!
Well tired but I did some Facebooking before I tried to get me head down – could I sleep?
Awoke with remnants of a dream in me head – wrote em down. Seems I was trying to clean everyone’s shoes as they passed, I had a sink strapped to me shoulder and washed them, then spray painted them, ending up handing them back to the wrong person and then I was up in court being sued for something by a solicitor lady looking down her nose at me, a bit like Hyacinth Bucket from Keeping Up Appearances?
Got up, put the water heater on washed me dishes, took me medications (Forgot the BP again!).
Fed the pigeons and thought what I had on me agenda for today.
Take bag for Nottingham Hospice shop out with me, call in the GP to make an appointment for me INR Warfarin tests for tomorrow, walk up to Sherwood to the hospice shop, then catch bus into town to try and get some milk and curried beans and check out Fultons Foods to see if they had any microwave sausages back in stock, then return to the flea-pit and get some shredding done.
Thought I’d have a quick stab at the new laptop/notebook (What’s the difference?) first, to check if I could get a newer Coreldraw to download. Well, that took care of the next four hours… after much struggling I got one downloaded.
Got the lightest (Although it wasn’t light really) of the bags already made up for the Hospice along with me regular one and set off on walk to the GP surgery, full of plans like.
As I got to the entrance to Sherringham Medical Park and saw it all locked up – I realised it was Bank Holiday Monday… Wotta Plonker!
That means of course the Hospice Charity Shop will not be open. So I trudged back home with the bag, then back to Mansfield Road and caught a bus into the City Centre. The shops there all seemed to be open and I called in Tesco
Got some bits from Tesco, nice tomatoes, leaves and bread, but they had no Curried Beans in?
Walked through the centre and out the other end, catching a good photo of the famous Nottinghamians ignoring the ‘Don’t Walk’ lights at the junction of Milton Street and Upper Parliament Street… again!
I decided to go to the Pound shop to see if they had any in like.
But no.
Walked down a crowded Clinton Street, back of the Council House, crossed over and down Bridlesmith Gate and into Broad Marsh Mall and the 99p store.
They didn’t have any curried beans in either.
Down the escalator and through and out on Wheeler Gate and called in the Poundland shop.
They didn’t have any curried beans in either.
Limping now, I walked through town calling at the Opticians on me way through, but as I expected they were closed, across the slab square and up King Street, where a bloke without any badging or licence showing stopped me to see if I wanted to donate to some Cub’s company. A bit farcical really, I couldn’t understand every thing he was saying and he gave me a scowl when I declined ant the same time he looked hurt?
On up to the bus-stop, bit of record while i was waiting in the queue I took photograph of the queue in the next stop down.
Best I could make out, everyone in the queue was on a mobile phone!
Note that when I took this photographicalisation the vehicular traffic was at stop – the pedestrians were on green – and true to the obstinacy of Nottinghamians none of the were crossing – they must have been waiting for the red don’t walk light to come on.
As the bus drove up Mansfield road from the City centre I couldn’t help but feel sad as the Rose Of England pub looked barren of customers. Years ago when there was plenty of on-street parking and dozens of little streets all around the building it did a good trade.
I dropped off the bus and called in the Co-op to see if they had any Curried Beans in stock.
They didn’t have any curried beans in either.
Wandered down to Lidl to check there.
They didn’t have any curried beans in either.
‘What’s going on?’ I asked missen?
Back to the bomb-site and a quick blast on the new laptop to keep me eye in on it like. Coreldraw didn’t freeze, but then again I was not doing anything heavy on it yet.
Made me nosh… me best one for ages. It should be mind, bearing in mind what it cost me for the Boczku like.
Up the apples and on the old laptop to finalise this diary and took me medications and goobled up the nosh of the day.
Despite being so tired, had a job getting off to kip last night – managed around 0300hrs. Woke, springing awake at 0545hrs.
Dreamt something about being in a cave, rope ladders kept falling at the bottom were my old teachers with canes ready to clout me as I landed. The massive high caves had candles on the walls?.
Wondered about whether the deliveries would be coming today and what time – then thought about what I could be sorting while waiting.
Took me morning medications.
The little Inch lesion was bleeding again.
Made a cuppa and laptop on.
Fed the pigeons, all young ones today, I could tell by their feet being a deeper red coloured yer know.
Then I sorted some old paperwork into the bag with the mountain of paperwork in it, in readiness for when the shredder arrives (?) today, to get ‘shreddeded’.
l can feel the stomach brewing up for an evacuation (I hope).
Forgot me BP thingies again this morning – Tsk! Mind on other things methinks.
I mused for a while over the painting that Patti Berkert did for me when I came out of hospital after me ticker operation – and realised I have many kind understanding friends on the internet who do wish me well without finding faults in me. (That would be oh so easy too – hehe)
I think it was one of Patti’s early attempts at painting and it means so much to me.
Got some more paperwork sorted to shred later… I hoped.
Made a cuppa and read me book for a bit.
The pulled me back again bending to get stuff out of the bottom cabinet to sort out some for the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop others in the black rubbish bags.
I think I swore again?
Cleaned around a bit and then on laptop to start this dairy off. As I did I noticed that the skip across the road had been raided and white paint scattered on the road – Tsk!
Waiting for me things to be delivered for hours and hours.
When I gave up doing any more painful sorting out, another cuppa and back to the laptop – when I espied the culprit (Well one if them) that had been doing the antisocial activities at the waste skip across the road.
He’s returned to make more mess again!
Totally care free and apparently without any concern too.
I decided against saying anything or going out to him as he looked like the younger brother of the leader of the gang that mugged me last year – and I did not want to get involved with them again.
Under any circumstances.
A few hours later I got a call from the PC World chap to say he was outside the house trying to deliver me goods.
I opened the door and saw him at the other end of the road outside someones house with a barrow of goods at his feet. I called him back told him to look behind him and see me waving at him!
He put the stuff back in his van and moved down to the flea-pit and handed them to me. The man in the shop when I bought them said they’d set it all up for me, notebook and scanner, he said like the man who phoned yesterday did: “All set-up, ready to go!” I thought the driver had gone to get some paperwork from his van, but he disappeared. Humpf!
I got the laptop going and set up the scanner. The instruction manual for the scanner installation said to put in the CD that came with it and follow instructions… if only life was so easy eh? After moving half way in the the installation window it went no further. After 5 minutes I got messages telling me if I wished to continue with this installation I needed to install an update – so I clicked Yes. It froze. Then tried afresh and got the same message again? Unsure whether to click yes or no again I gave up. Help needed here then!
Not confident using this new Windows and I didn’t like the gaudy background picture on it.
It was getting late now and I was well tired, so decided to switch of the notebook to clear the frozen messages, restart and put a plain colour on as background… Hehehe! I didn’t know how to turn it off, to sleep or restart it did I!
I went ont web and found out. It said slide pointer inwards from the top or bottom of the right side of the screen to get these Charm Bars up – it didn’t work and I delved into the help files ont web again. Transpired that loads of people have had the same problem. Press Windows button + C and they come up.
Grand I thought so I did, and clicked Restart – that was the start of a marathon wait while it downloaded 87 updates!
I made and ate me nosh while waiting, it were beginning to get dark now!
I have to say, despite me annoyance at having to wait over 2.5 hours for the updated to install, I really really enjoyed me nosh today. Well smoked Kippers in tomato sauce and vegetables, new potatoes and nice sweet canned Petit Pois! Even the tatties were excellent!
As the notebook told me it had completed the downloads I nearly cried out with joy – then it started Configuring the 87 uploads – oh dear…
Managed to get me blue background on the screen then: W+C, Settings, Power, then selected Turn off – seems a bit convoluted to me for the new windows 8.1?
Fancy figures on a sticker on the notebook: Aspire E 17 ESI-711-P3LV Fancy name that?.
A bit not fully comprehending these figures though, I know it is a powerful machine the man at PC World said it was: HDMI port? 100GBHDD? 6GBDD23 LM? With Pentium 90 Core Proc 83540 I know this one I think, it’s the processor innit?
I wrote these figures down on the back of some letter I was going to scrap, so as to remember em and put em on here like.
Realised when I did, it was a letter from the Manchester Council in reply to my appeal against a parking ticket. An interesting incident this was, a few years ago mind:
I got this fine through the post about me leaving me vehicle on Granby Row in Manchester on a day I was at work in Nottingham with me car on CCTV for 15 hours naturally including the time they said I was in Manchester illegally parking!
Well I was in fine form and returned the summons with words to the effect of: I was in Nottingham with my vehicle from 1500hrs to 0600hrs on the sad day, the vehicle was parked in the car park on the premises and I had the CCTV recording to prove this. (I also gave names and contact numbers of several officers I was working with on the night shift.)
If your Parking Warden would like, I can send him the address of several excellent opticians in Nottingham that might help him? I’m afraid we have no Jobsworth or Stiff-upper-lip shops, so I’m afraid I cannot help you Sir!
By gum I felt good when I sent that…
This letter was the reply Michael Herbert sent me, a right Herbert as me Dad would have said – no sense of humour at all some folks Tsk!
Must try to some sleep in now, don’t want to get up late in the morning cause I must go book an appointment with the GP for me next INR Warfarin level test. And I want to take some bags to the Hospice shop, and I’m short on nosh too.
Really want to get some shredding done, and learn about the new notebook, but we’ll see how things go – chaotically perhaps? Hahaha!
I had surprisingly good kip last night, over 6 hours and that’s rare fer me. Off course it was dream filled, but blown if I remember any details this time. Funny that, sometimes remembering so much of them and others nowt much at all. Wonder if anyone else is like this?
No WCing this morning yet?
Had a good scrub-up and limped down stairs (The angina a bit nasty, arthritis in knees not too bad but the hands are, bleeding from me piles cleaned up, reflux valve sticking a bit, the blind boil and skin cancer patch tender and the dizzies have started early – Tsk!).
I gathered me things to do a search of the City Homes site, made a cuppa and laptop on.
Logging on took about six attempts, why I don’t know.
Realised I’d forgotten to do me BP tests, hey-ho too late now.
Made another cuppa and started to search the Independent Living (Seniors Aided Homes) section.
The first one on the list was ‘High Cross Leys’ on Woodborough Road near the City Centre. Not a Council one, a private one that the council advertised. I then did a search for the complex on the web and got this up:
Man Dies in Flat Fire
A man’s body was discovered after a fire at Highcross Leys warden-aided complex in St Ann’s.
Police and firefighters were called to Highcross Leys, Woodborough Road, at 10.20am.
The body of a man, yet to be formally identified, was found in one of the flats.
Firefighters from Central, Carlton and Arnold stations put the fire out by 11.10am.
A number of other people were treated after breathing in smoke.
A forensic examination was carried out involving the East Midlands fire dog investigation unit.
Police are working with the fire service to establish the cause of the blaze, numerous suspicious circumstances are being investigated.
Well that gave me encouragement and cheered me up no-end!
I continued searching for any properties that I could qualify for and wanted to look at one in a high rise block in Sherwood.
The system then told me ‘Page unavailable’ and the Council’s site froze. Huh!
I got back on the page and it would not let me in to bid or view properties. But I did read some of the ‘Rules’ for Independent Living Accommodation.
There are Four bands. Band 1: The one most likely to be granted a place – down to Band 4: Those with their own home the least likely.
As I say, I’m cheering missen up no-end today… being classed in Band 4 like…
Tried again on the City Homes site to find Sunridge Courts, which is the one nearest to me and most suitable because I could keep my own GP if I could get in there. Nothing available to Band 4 folk like wot I am though!
While searching for Sheltered housing I came across Miss Cullen’s Almshouses in Sherwood that have been converted into flats (Built 1882). There was no costs displayed but I sent them an email asking for details and showing my interest and reasons. Now I must not get excited about this, just hopeful.
Did a bit of cleaning, I’m expecting the hoover and shredder to arrive with the laptop and scanner late afternoon – but not sure of course – can’t concentrate very well. As the day goes on I’m worried if I have to visit the WC and miss them?
I’ve got that many papers to sort and shred, I’ll start sorting them now.
Got a call from PC World who told me my laptop is ready to be collected? I informed him I was told it would be delivered along with me hoover scanner, inks, Iron and shredder today or tomorrow. Oh dear dear dear… not another ‘Whoppsiedangleplop’ surely? I wouldn’t be surprised though.
After a couple of hours bending and sorting and packing stuff fer the bins, recycling and Nottingham Hospice shop – I’m tuckered! Me backs well painful now.
Made a cuppa and took a break on Facebook for a bit.
Well done that… but don’t feel up to much still – Tsk!
Tried to do some more sorting out, and came across an old Orlando Sentinel newspaper! I posted it on the TFZ to see if anyone could guess the date of it – after going on Coreldraw9 and blocking it showing.
Got some paperwork sorted out that needs shredding when the machine arrives – and a lot more to get ready too. That is if I’m up to it by the time it comes, very tired now. Poor old scrote!
Make another cuppa strong tea and gave up doing any more sorting. Made up a good few bags to go to the Hospice shop, now I just need time to take them there.
I was musing over the receipts from PC World, and it dawned on me how much I’d actually spent – it frit me a bit – but I do or will need everything I bought. Whether it comes today or tomorrow I must get some sleep on to go with the good one I had last night.
The receipt read:
Brother Bro LC227 XL VAL £59.99 That was the ink I think
Brother MFC J4625 DW £99.99 The printer copier
Philips GC2040/20 X00000060618 £19.99 The iron?
Hoover Blaze BLD 3001 X000011123 £64.99 The vacuum cleaner
Fellows 60CS Shredder Xoooo114709 Paper shredder
Acer Aspire ES 1-711 £379.99 Laptop
MCA LS 0000 + CLD WBW 0000112088 £39.00 No idea what this is?
KNH Set up & P 32GB 1X0000075499 – Knowhow Report Setup – In store USB set £45.00???
Confusing innit?
Got even more paperwork sorted ready fer shredding.
No delivery by 1845hrs, so made me nosh and got on with this diary.
The pod peas were uneatable eurgh!
Hope the delivery comes early in the morning so I can get some shredding done… perhaps… possibly… maybe…
Disturbed night, couldn’t get rid of the feeling that I would not get the flat at Spencer Court’
Took medications.
Got up and did some sorting.
BJ rang, he’s calling later twixt 1100 > 1130hrs.
On laptop, email from Spencer Court, the board have rejected my application for a flat.
Now at my lowest ebb.
Decided to go and see the Council to restate my interest in independent living flats again and find out me password.
Still pressing on with sorting and cleaning while waiting for BJ to arrive.
1235hrs, no BJ. Rang him no answer, hope he’s alright.
If BJ arrives I’ll go to see if I can get a paper-shredder, hoover and laptop delivered, with someone setting up the laptop for me. This one keeps loosing vision and or freezing.
1245hrs and no BJ yet. Hope he’s alright. Rang him no reply. Tried again later same. Then he phoned back, he’ll be about half an hour.
Not feeling so bad about losing the flat now – not good in any way mind – but determined to try at the Council again, it’s just that they only have one complex nearby to the GP surgery, so any I might get will involve me moving doctor as well, no good that.
Now I’ve reminded missen about that I feel worse again! Tsk!
BJ arrived eventually. After a chin-wag he loaded the five bags into his car and lifted me to the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop with them.
While in the shop BJ found two books he’d been after getting for ages – so I treat him in way of thanking him fer his help like.
I spotted a Commemorative decorated Plate on sale of the Royal Visit to Canada in 1939. Took this photo so I could post it here and on the TFZ site.
BJ went home and I caught the bus outside the hop into town.
Went in PC World and spent a fortune, having me items delivered Sat or Sunday.
Went over to Tesco and got some bread, new potatoes, pod peas, pork loin and cream cake.
Poddled across town, (avoiding the burke on a bike) to the City Council Contact point in the library took a ticket and sat in the queue for an hour.
I explained about things and got a new contact code so I can start searching for what they call Independent Living accommodation (Warden aided flats) again on the Web. Must keep trying eh?
On the way through the City Centre someone had collapsed or fell over and a pavement cyclist nearly ran into them, I saw the nerk coming near them but he was too quick to catch.
I got up Queen Street and caught a bus back to Carrington.
Got some bread thins from the Co-op when I dropped off the bus, through the twitchell and back to the depressing dump deemed home.
WC’d and had a mope about me bad luck for a bit.
Prepared my nosh: Pod peas, bread thins, Cox’s apple, new potatoes, tomatoes, liver pate and pork pie.
Fit for a King I thought, made a cuppa and consumed it with pleasure.
Woke after three hours dream filled kip remembering a bit of one and wrote it down straight away and drew a picture of a part of it. Decided to get it down quick before any of the memories faded like wot they do: I reproduced the written drawing on Coreldraw9 in between it and the laptop freezing:
Started with me going.. being forced to go with Sister Jane and Pete to a posh restaurant in a big mansion type place – we met another 5 unknown to me people and I got served last with stale chips and and some meat of some sort all that was left for me… tried to wrap it up in a carrier bag but it kept falling out – then everyone else had left I got lost getting out of the place and ended up on the roof, lost my shoes…
In a house on a bed babysitting two girls and a Chicken?
One the streets at night looking for somewhere… ended up in a gigantic wooden building with a giant water tank in the middle, walkway with a door and window, on the walls and wanted to get from the walkway onto a wooden escalator water running down it? Couldn’t find a route through, frustrated got back to the walkway and the door – someone who appeared then demanded payment by bankers draft of me microwave sausages for me to be let out… I was not parting with my microwave sausages and had to climb through the window to escape…
I was in dark streets, running through narrow passages and nooks, kept losing parts of my clothing as I searched for a way home… Came to an open space with houses that had giant concrete steps you had to climb to get into them, they ran for miles, I was at the bottom of the steps wondering why I was carrying a little doll, when a black dog and seal attacked me… had to climb the steps up to get away from them and when I reached the top I wondered how I managed to get up them without any pain from the arthritis? The dog and seal caught up with me and somehow I made friends with them?
Still dark streets, and by now I was in just me underpants and torn vest with a bag of some sort over me shoulder, maybe the meal from earlier?
Back to running down alleyways for ages it seemed trying to find me way… A policeman stood at the end of one of passages and just smiled as I passed, then he hit me with his truncheon and laughed, like the Laughing Policeman of old at the seaside used to laugh…
I was back on the bed with the chicken, feeding it Marmite crisps as it clucked away to me as if talking? Hey-ho!
Did me BP thingies: Sys 158 Dia 74 Pulse 68 Temp 31.4c
WC’d, more bleeding from the Inch, none from the haemorrhoids.
Pondered on how thing might go today – remembered I have to go to the GP nurse for me INR tests at 0915hrs. Clinic 1110hrs and Age UK’s Steve and MRBHA assessor coming at 1300hrs.
Started this diary.
WC and another cuppa and I was ready fer me little walk to the GP surgery for me INR Warfarin level tests.
Fed the pigeons on the way.
It was a bit windy but the sky was nice as I approached the pelican lights to cross over Mansfield Road and turn left up the incline to the keep my appointment at the Sherringham Medical Centre Practise Nurse for me INR tests. I wondered if I’d be done by the Obergruppenführer one or the nice one that’s new to the practice and not yet adopted a bolshy attitude?
Luckily I got the nice one, and she done me proud, even though I’d forgot to take me Anticoagulation record card with me, and she asked how I was?
I handed the receptionist a bag of nibbles as I thanked then and left.
I was only a couple of hundreds yards down the road on me way to Lidl and one of the far too numerous Nottingham Pavement Cyclists passed rather closely by me.
I turned around and got his photo to add to the 89 photo’s of these unthinking vermin I have at present.
It wouldn’t be so bad if they had a honker or loud bell and used them to let the pedestrians know they were coming – and were aware of people with bad eyesight, poor hearing and lack of manoeuvrability and slowed down a bit would it? But I refuse to allow these ilegal nasty pieces of work to get to me! LIE MODE DETECTED!
Caught the bus to the GUM Clinic and was tended to with great embarrassment.
In and out within 30 minutes and hastened and caught bus back into Carrington and called at the Lidl store.
Feeling well drained now – think I might have done too much yesterday?
Got a pork pie, small bag of Jersey new potatoes two cheese rolls and four flat-bottomed carrier bags. And… the bags were cheaper than the Co-op and Pound shop Tsk if only I’d known earlier!
Got back to the bomb-site feeling really not very good at all – tired, weary and me feet legs and back were bad! But I must put on an “I’m fine” smile when the lady comes from the MRBHA to interview me… Good heavens, two pretend policemen have just walked passed me window down the street – they’ll not catch the antisocial element at this time of day… well they might!
Sod-it, another dizzy now.
Steve from Age UK arrived and then the ladies from MRBHA.
I felt that it didn’t go too well. They are having a meeting to pick which of the applicants will get the flat at Spencer Court and let me know next week.
I made a flask and me meal and got some much needed sleep in.
BJ rang I woke but not in time to answer the phone before it stopped.
I rang back but no answer.
No chance of nodding off again. Realised I’d left me flask downstairs.
Feeling low again.
The photo I took of the sky as I returned to start me laptop said it all to me – The End of the Day…
