Tag: True Tales of Woe
Inchcock Today: Tuesday 20th Jan 2015 – Arthur Itis and Anne Gyna in attendance
Up at 0400hrs – recalled bits of my dreams:
The cough was persisting still this morning… afternoon and night! Tsketh!
WC’d and applied the creams, had a scrub-up and shave then did some Facebooking.
After a while I thought about going out and decided to have a little walk to Asda on Hyson 
The sky might have looked nice and pretty but it were damnably cold as I turned towards the cut-through to Mansfield Road.!
As I arrived at the launderette Big John was coming out for a fag.
We had a natter and he asked if I wanted to get a lift with him to Asda. I said thanks I’ll meet him at Asda if that’s alright and scrounge a lift home with the heavy bags? No problem. I needed to keep the knees and ankles going to keep Arthur Itis at bay, so had a slow hobble to Asda.
I tooketh a photo of her but I don’t think was even aware that I was there at all.
Onward I plodded and when I reached the college fencing on Mansfield Road I could not help but admire the shoots coming through on the bushes and trees as they fought their 
This despite their being cut back drastically by the council a few weeks ago – they were now ready for any pavement cyclist or inattentive walker with a fair chance of poking them in the eyes. Hehehe!
It’s not a good photo, but many of the buds were already through with some of them starting to open?
And here we are with -5c temperatures… amazing.
The sun kept coming out and in strongly – I think that might have been why the gentleman in BMW didn’t see me at the pedestrian crossing on Sherwood Rise, and was most likely not even aware that he’d nearly clobbered me? Huh!
I’ve just noticed there are no travelling cars in this photograph and pleased with how it came out, anyone would think the place of idylic peaceful pleasant and a desirable place to live in – Mmmm?
I pressed to the end of the road and turned right towards the Asda outlet – where another cyclist did his best to get me. Gits!
I had a good slow amble around the store starting with the non-foods section to look at the shoes they were offering for sale – Crap is the description that came to mind.
I poddled up and down every aisle in the place – and the trolley was getting slowly filled with stuff I did not really need, more just sort of fancied. At least if the weather does o bad now I’ll survive a while without going out. Hehe!
A good 40 minutes later I was at the checkout. And boy had I spent? Yes… indeed I had: £51.86 that’s USD $78.74 – AUD $96.10 – CAD $95.10 – JPY ¥9319.64!
Big John loaded the three bags into the boot of his car for me and gave me a lift home.
Shame about it being on bricks and the wheels having been nicked – Nottingham eh! Huh!
Hardly anyone around I noticed odd that.
The area was about two hundred yards from the wheel-less Aston Martin car, and the school on the left was fire-bombed during the last riots.
Just thought I’d mention it like.
John dropped me off at home bless his cotton socks, thanked him and gave him a few nibbles to eat and off he went.
Then started to put away the stuff wot I’d bought – good heavens I thought why did I get all this? Bitter orange drinks, cooked beetroot, bleach, BBQ sauce, deodorant, cheese sauce, washing-up liquid, antiseptic disinfectant, cocktail sausages, min franks, microwaveable Ribs, Gotowana, yoghurt, 
I saw they had Nicolas Cage’s latest DVD ‘Left Behind’ – but David Saxon told me he fell asleep watching it, so I opted for Liam’s Tombstones instead like.
I had the last piece of me pork pie with some bread and started this diary.
Passed wind a few seconds ago – involuntary like wot we older folk do now and then… Phwoar blimey!!!
Inchcock Today: Mon 19th Jan 15
Up about 0345hrs… WC.
No recollections of me dreams again.
WC.
Had a shave and started the laptop. Did some Facebooking and posted to LOMM site.
Had a wash and brush up (they can’t touch me for it!) and assembled the laundry in two great bagfuls ready to take to the laundry.
Then got the bits ready for the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop and the nibbles for the gals at the launderette and the nurses at the QMC. Hard work all this effort to try and be liked innit? Hehe!
I got them out of the door and took a photo just in case I pass-out or kick me clogs carrying them, so the police can identify them when they get nicked! Haha!
The cut-through to Mansfield Road had no yobs lurking and drinking this time – but it was iced over and dangerous. I walked along the edges so I could drop the bags and grab the railings if I did a whoopsidangleplop.
As I got onto Mansfield Road and turned right towards the launderette I thought “It’s awfully quiet here today.” Then it dawned I hadn’t got me hearing-aids in. But I had the right glasses on so not all was gloom. Hehe!
Got in the launderette and had to use two machines to accommodate the washing – two weeks worth including many of the thick long sleeve warm t-shirts that I got from Primark and they would need extra drying time.
We had a little natter and she changed some notes into coins for me (Not magically).
I got the machines going £6.80 it cost, and there would be £2.60 needed for the drier afterwards.
As I walked up to the cut-through the traffic was building up on Mansfield Road.
Then I had a bit of cheering up granted me.
As I entered the passage a lad on a push-bike came tearing through from the other end and did a whoopsidangleplop off his bike on the ice.
I don’t think he noticed my wide grin and contented look when I asked him if he was alright though… he was. I suggested: “You keep to the road on your bike in future that’s been gritted. If your too scared to go on the road you shouldn’t really have a bike at all should you?”
The look he gave me encouraged me to move on.
Got me hearing-aids and returned to the launderette.
Those thick t-shirts I got are really warm and comfy but it took £2.80 in the drier before they were dry enough to take out. Tsk, hey-ho.
Said farewell to Mandy and struggled back with the bags to the flea-pit.
Put the Hospice stuff and nibbles in me bag and set off on a little walk into Sherwood. As I departed I realised I had to return quickly to the porcelain…
The rumbling innards were giving up and a solid achievement was passed – now me haemorrhoids are bleeding something rotten! Treble Tsk!.
Got myself cleaned up and creamed then set-off again.
Not much traffic now.
Got to the Hospice shop and left the bag of stuff for them and came out and caught a bus into town.
I popped into Tesco and got some bread then as I passed the Greggs shop I espied they were selling bags of Mint Doughnuts at 6 for a quid – so I got one to add to the nurses nibbles at the Queens medical Centre haematology.
Always amazes me this every year… nature eh? Here we are minus whatever degrees and these beauties battling away…
The rumbling from me innards was far less now, but the involuntary escapages of wind from the rear end continue – embarrassing at times this.
Got in and got seen to after an hour or so wait. The nurses seemed to welcome me a bit more enthusiastically this week? – Then I realised they were gathering around me to get a pick of the goodies from the carrier bag. Hehe! I told them they had a bag of Mint doughnuts cause I thought how original they were when I saw them in the shop. One of then had a look at the label, put her head to one side, smiled understandingly and pointed out that it said Mini – not Mint Doughnuts! “That’s the first laugh we’ve had all day” another one said. Tsk, I felt such a fool… again!
The sign at the side of it read: ‘Please do not attach your bike to the railings. ‘Well that sign didn’t have a lot of effect eh?’
I caught the bus back to the City Centre and had a walk around and tool some photos of Bling for the TFZ facebook site girls.
Don’t know what the stones are, red rubies I suppose guessingly.
I thought the bottom one meant c7th October at first glance?
Pottered around a while then caught the bus back to Carrington. I know I keep saying this – but my pensioners free bus-pass is so appreciated! I don’t suppose David (Snot-bag) Cameron will read this would he?
Slipped a few seeds to the pigeons on me walk back to the flea-pit.
The exquisite spacing between the works of art, and how cleverly the artist has chosen to place them on different levels and resisted using house bricks and black bags… Hehehe!
Got in and did not need the WC! Hurrah!. Mind you I had to clean up the leaking rear-end again. Tsk!
Made some microwave sausage sarnies and a cuppa.
Started laptop and updated this ‘ere diary like.
Well now it seems the innards movements are going in the other direction so to speak – solid and stubbornly not wanting to evacuate! Tsk!.
Inchcock Today: Sunday 18th January 2015
How I wish I could remember the dreams I’d had during the night – reckon I must have had many because each time (And there were plenty of them) I got up or woke up I seemed to recall a different dream and swore to myself I’d remember each one to record here.
Now no memories remain. I must force myself to write them down on me notepad at the time in future – mind you…
Stirred and got up an WC’d then made a cuppa. Started laptop and did some graphicationalisationing.
Blooming cold this morning -5c… Brrr!
Vehicles outside were well frosted.
The coughing and rumbling and a-grumbling from the innards is still rampant I’m afraid – oh dear…
I’ve got a double load (two weeks) laundry to do tomorrow and me INR (Warfarin) level tests too.
Just hope things settle sooner rather than later.
I’m occupying the bathroom today and going nowhere. No desire for food really either at the moment… well I did manage a Lion bar earlier in between painful and unpleasant responses to the calls to the porcelain from me innards. Tsk!
I tried to read me book afterwards, but no concentration at all.
Double Tsk!
NHS Recommended Breakfast for Inchcock
The NHS recommended Breakfast cereal for Inchcock.
Inchcock Today: Saturday 17th January 2015
Oh dear… woke up several times during the night with the rumbling innards and rear passage giving me bother. Huh!
Arose (yet again) to visit the porcelain around 0315hrs and decided to give up and started the laptop to finish and post yesterday’s Dairy and begin this one.
The dreams I’d had couldn’t be recalled at all this morning but know I’d had them and they were frustrating in nature.
WC.
The innards are rumbling and bubbling still – took some bi-carb with me usual medications. Still, the arthritis and angina are not being too awkward anyway… yet. Hehe! What I’m laughing at I’m not sure?
Did some graphicalistioning on Coreldraw while it let me.
Many visits to the porcelain today, the innards are churning and a tad uncomfortable, two really close shaves up to now – not sure whether to risk going out or not yet… might just have a wander around locally if the yobs ain’t around. Or not?
Carried on with me graphicalisationing, dun some funny ones for Facebook Troll Free Zone gals and lad’s in mind.
Oh dear… just got back from another urgently needing attention message wot I got from me rumbling grumbling stabbing innards – no faux-pars though.
Still not sure if I should risk a poddle out?
I can hear emergency vehicle klaxons nearby – but I’m not going out to have a nosey this time.
At least the BT internet seems to be going alright, although I may regret saying that now that I’ve said that?
Bloomin’ ‘eck, another visit to the bog! Not good this.
Had an email from Nottingham City Council warning me of bad weather coming.
The cough now returned and stayed with me all day – Tsk!
After an hour or so the burbling and gurgling seemed to be settling, so I decided a walk into town might be okay. (What a plonker!)
The traffic at the lights on Hucknall Road was at a standstill.
Horns a peeping and hooting as they jockeyed for position.
It freed up a lot further on near the traffic island and I took a photo 
I suppose it’s the wintry weather on its way that I was warned about?
A little bit further up the road, I espied my first piece of Nottingham Street Art on the pavement yet again. I wondered if it was the same culprit 
I pressed on over the hill on Mansfield Road and down the other side towards the City Centre.
A block of six retail outlets on the other side of the road near the 
It was an Art Gallery outlet.
Of all the things I thought.
There has been take-away food, Book shops, Butchers, Estate Agents, Hair dressers, Adult entertainment suppliers and Ladies nail shop but all have failed and gone broke or got out quickly in that row of shops over the last year or so. How can an Art Gallery expect to make it pay?
Then I turned to continue on me walk and nearly tripped and did a ‘Whoopsidangleplop’ over one of the uneven pavement slabs.
Undaunted, after using a few well chosen descriptive words I limped into the Victoria bus station and through into the Victoria Shopping Centre (Mall).
A gurgling from within and severe involuntary passing of wind encouraged me to get to the public toilets ASAP!
I came out and looked for some ‘Bing’ ‘Pearls’ and ladies fashion items, anything that might interest the girls from Canada, America and Australia on Facebook to take photographs of.
I got six that might interest them. The one of the fish here I put in the diary because I couldn’t believe the prices of the 2.5″ glass fish on sale. £60 (AUD $110.44 – USD $90.86 – CAD $ 108.92) each! Mind you they were probably not glass, something else more expensive?
I poddled down the ground floor and popped into Tesco Metro and got some Cox’s apples, Cooked crispy bacon and bread.
It doesn’t show very well in the photo, but it was semi-liquid and smelled of curry to me.
Not bad for early afternoon.
I sneaked some seed to the pigeons and tool a photo of em.
Walked home and rushed to the WC.
The top of the tap on the sink has split open.
No idea how to mend it. Tsk!
Put me bits away and depression overcame me.
Later I started this diary after having to restart the laptop to get Coreldraw to work.
Coughing painfully well as I pass wind, I did some graphics.
Tonight I plan to have me microwaveable Potato Gratin, bacon and some bread. Or bearing mind me innards… should I?
I did, and it wer lovely.
Paid the price with the usual painful getting up and down to tend to the calls to the porcelain throughout the night. Tsk!
Inchcock Today: Friday 16th January 2015
Up at 0245hrs.
Set about making notes of the last dreams I’d had that I could remember and from the scribbled notes on me pad that I must have made during the night?
Bits of last night’s dreams I can recall:
1)
Running about on gangways high above and hanging in the air over fields of coffins growing with people, thousands of people, running between the neat rows of coffins to find their own and standing next to them with arms outstretched and singing Frankie Vaughan’s ‘Don’t Stop Twist’… while a giant Stalin, pipe in mouth picked the people who had found their coffin up with a giant hooked-toothpick and ate them, then squashed that persons coffin and sprinkled the crushed remains of the coffin into his pipe… somewhere in the background was G W Bush laughing and clapping and giving Stalin some money and a medal each time a coffin was crushed?
2)
I was falling down through the sky towards a river… Some people were in rowing boats and lifeboats with little fishing nets on bamboo canes to apparently catch me in their net and from somewhere anti-aircraft flak was bursting all around me. The bullets/shells seemed to turn into Polo peppermints and I wanted spearmints and was upset about this… never seemed to land anywhere?
3)
I think I was being interviewed for something in a gigantic room with only the interviewer wearing a bowler hat and a pink jump suit, me, a desk and two chairs in the room and nothing else. All brilliant white walls, I could see out of the only window that the world was aflame – no idea who the interviewer was or why I was being interviewed…
Got the laptop on and started this diary.
Did some graphics and posts for Facebook.
WC. Took my medications with a drink of spring water, and made sure I was up in time for the Iceland delivery chappie twit 0900 > 1100hrs.
Took some bags out to the bins and moved them along with me neighbours to the side of the road for collection.
Sorted the long-life nibbles that I like giving to the hospice, haematology, GP and Chemist staff, all in date and okay now. Put some of ’em in a bag and added it to the bits for donating this morning.
I’ve not been in there for years, she looks all grimy and dirty now – No don’t say it! Hehehe!
The bandage at the back had a sell-by-date of Nov 2006!
The Pan Book of Crosswords almost crumbled when I opened it.
After searching for where I’d left me newly bought yesterday super-warm Andy Cap that actually fitted me, I Got me things together and poddled out to walk to the Nottingham Hospice shop.
They’ve done a nice job of doing the curtains in their flag colours.
As I walked away on up the road, the sun disappeared and it became gloomy, then five minutes along the road and it came out again?
Then the first cyclist on the pavement of the day shot passed me and sped off.
I only just caught him in the photo before he turned right off the road – and I was using my old camera which is simpler and quicker to use. If I’d been using the new one I would not have had time to catch him at all.
When I got into Sherwood another git on a bike on the pavement drove at me! No chance to photograph the twerp – off he sped as well. Tsk!
Got to the Hospice shop and gave em me stuff with a few nibbles for them.
Came out and went over the pelican-crossing and down to the bus-stop to catch a bus to Arnold, where I hoped I might find Fultons Food shop had some of me favourite blackcurrant iced-lollies in stock. (They didn’t) Where a lady waiting in the queue informed me that my newly bought yesterday super-warm Andy Cap that actually fitted me had a label and price tag hanging from the back of it!
I did feel a fool, but couldn’t help laughing and telling her about Primark selling them at only £3. (Not that I needed to tell her, the £3 price ticker was huge!)
Ah-well…
As we drove through Sherwood I noticed the two regular every-day mobility scooters parked outside the Samuel Hall boozer.
One day they will have an accident coming out of there tipsy like I’m sure!
Dropped off the bus at Victoria shopping centre and crossed over to catch a Bulwell bus, again in hopes that I might find Fultons Food shop in Bulwell Market had some of me favourite blackcurrant iced-lollies in stock. (They didn’t either)
The passengers were of the shouting variety and one woman who was sat in the ‘Less-mobile-passengers seat was sat on the seat in the aisle side as opposed to the window seat and despite the bus being full with 5 passengers 3 of them elderly having to stand she would not move – totally ignoring their plight! On her mobile for the whole of her trip. Bitch!.
I hate that! I got quiet provoked and bothered. But it was as if we didn’t exist when we spoke to her? Drugs?
When I arrived in Bulwell I mad straight to the Fultons Food store, but as I’ve already said and just remembered saying so said it again, they had no lollies for me! Sob!
I took a good walk around the Bulwell Market that seemed better attended today than of late on my visits.
A stall immediately outside the Fultons store had some really cheapo ladies clothes at £5 a bash! ( $1.52 – AUD $1.84 – CAD $1.81) But not many of the locals were showing any interest – mind you there was a keerfuffle going on at Icelands store with the police removing with difficulty what I assumed was two shoplifters.
I noticed there were a few mobility scooters lurking around again. One chap who had secreted himself behind the mobile doughnut van was having a crafty can of ale with his mate – but I saw him.
And they do not have to have insurance by law – and they do not have to prove their ability by taking any tests at all before driving, not pavement tax either for them… Shut-up Inchcock! Okay.
As I turned to move back to the market for a final photograph how the cyclist on the pavement didn’t hit me I still can’t work out. Only just got the git in the photo I hurriedly took of the nasty unthinking selfish ignorant… of dear I’m getting all het-up again.
I wandered down near the river Leen, but again the mallard ducks were absent?
Still the pigeons enjoyed their seeds.
I hobbled to the bus-station and caught one back to Carrington, I do love me free pensioners bus-pass yer know!
I must say the angina and Arthur Itis have behaved reasonably today up til now. Only the rumbling innards and cough bothering me at the moment. Well, the haemorrhoids too I suppose. but not complaining.
I noted that the cafe near the bus stop were advertising a Sausage Cob and a cup of tea or coffee for only £4.99.
£4.99! ($7.56) Blimey a bit steep that innit?
As I got off the bus in Carrington the sky suddenly brightened to the North so I took a photograph.
By the time I’d walked the few hundred yards to the end of my street – the gloom had returned. Tsk!
I got in attended the WC.
Had a gargle with TCP – gawd the smell of that annoys some people dunnit – hehehe!
Laptop on and a cuppa made. Of course the BT Internet was playing up – but I fooled into letting me get on the web.
Then as I looked down I also realised both the slippers (I must take them to the charity shop ASAP) and the jammy bottoms were tartan.
Just thought I’d mention this – no idea why mind…
Notice the length of the trews? And that was with the top waistband pulled up to about 2 inches bellow me nipples!
Yes, I bought the wrong size.
The innards started rumbling again. Unpleasant.
Took my medications and tried to get to sleep.
Inchcock Today: Thurs 15th Jan 15
Up around 0235hrs in urgent need of painkillers and the WC.
Tended to both, then I set about thinking about the possibility and practicability of giving thought to the eventual workability of giving consideration to the probability of actually getting up and the hazards and attainableness along with the plausibility and validity along with the health risks of moving within the next hour…
Bits of the dreams were milling about in my phyche but by the time I’d started the laptop to record them here, they had drifted into the ether again.
I got up after 4 hours on the laptop facebook blog and bog.
Took medications and repeatedly passed wind to the point that I think I changed colour?
Got missen washed and brushed up and got the things ready for a walk into town – but changed me mind as soon as I opened the door and the wind blew the rain in!
I put a scarf on and me shoes that did not leak and poddled to the bus-stop in the rain and caught one into town.
Looking a bit murky I thought.
That was until a few minutes later when I got to the end of the road and the darkness loomed.
Then a bit of sunshine came through and it stayed like that spot of sun in the gloom then overcast and down came the rain all day!
I walked over to Clinton Street and made my way to Primark where I hoped to get a couple of the thermal shirts and a hat from. My current hat is coming unstitched. Tsk!
I went into Primark and took a photo from near the rear-entrance where I entered the shop from because it is higher and the ladies section was below.
I made my way down and got the escalator up to the gents clothing department.
Had a good roam around and managed to get the last three shirts in stock!
I had look at their shoes but was not impressed, and while doing so remembered my slippers are falling to pieces at home so took a gander at their selection. They were all the slip-on type so I decided to go look at what the Shoe Zone store had to offer.
On my way out I took some photo’s of what the TFZ gals call ‘Bling’ – jewellery to post on Facebook! Nobody seemed to take any notice of my photographicalisationing today.
As I passed the American Apparel store the sky suddenly lit up as the sun was allowed through – for a short while anyway.
Mind you, by the time I’d reached the end of Bridlesmith Gate the darkness 
I couldn’t help but feel sorry for a Big Issue seller at the bottom of Regent Street, wet and cold he was doing his best to sound cheerful bless him, so I slipped him a couple of quid and a bit of loose change.
Then turned right and down to the Shoe Zone shop. They have such a wide range of interesting and young style shoes 
I had a wander around and sneaked some more photographs of ladies boots and children’s footwear for the TFZ gals. Again, nobody seemed to notice me?
As I got outside I realised I’d been charged £12 ($18.22)! So I went to wet bench although the rain had stopped and checked out the slippers, the only difference was the colour – one blue and one brown pair?
I returned to the store and the chap said that only one pair of the slippers was on the offer with the pink tag?
I inquired why that was… nicely like. He shrugged and informed me he didn’t make decisions like that.
I took my midday medications a little late like but still.
The sky had brightened up a bit, but the clouds were perceivably moving at a good rate of knots.
By the time I’d reached the top of King Street the darkness had returned.
In Trinity Square I spotted my first bit of Nottingham Street Art of the day.
Can you make out what food is (or was) from this photograph?
Doesn’t say a lot for Nottingham food outlets when even the pigeons wont go near it!
I caught the bus back to Carrington and called in the Co-op shop to get some cobs.
Back to the flea-pit WC’d and read the mail that had been delivered. One from the bank, one from the dentist and one from the hospital.
Put me things away and got the laptop going… slowly, but going.
She sent me a photo of why she did not!. Hehe
Took me medications with me meal – Last of the pork loin in me cobs and some fries.
Inchcock Today: Wed 14th January 2015
Up at 0235hrs – WC.
No memories of me dreams although I can feel them in a way – if that makes sense?
My first task was to replace that. Got the spare bulb then step-ladder and painfully mounted them and managed to changed the bulb without to much kerfuffle… pain yes.
The new style bulb is not very strong, must get a stronger one when I’m out later today in Derby.
Made a cuppa and got the laptop started.
Worked on graphics for later and did some facebooking again.
WC (Another close call).
Thought about the things I’ve to do today: Get light bulbs, call to see about camera, get me hearing-aid batteries, take me library book back, go to Derby to feed the mallards… there’s summat else I’m sure about… oh yes, collect me prescription from the GP… still summat else though…
WC.
Titivated missen and set out on my walk to the doctors GP surgery, took some nibbles for the GP reception gals and the chemist gals but… whatta-shocka. I didn’t realise just how severe the frost had been last night. Many area that had not had the sun reach them were treacherous to walk on.
I nearly did a ‘Whoopsidangleflop’ at the first corner.
Arrived okay with care and got my prescription from the gals and set off for the Chemists to get it filled, it was only some extra Phorpain gel and Codeine Phosphate 30g. But I was so glad to get them in now in case the weather does another nasty. The girls appreciated their nibbles. (I could have worded that better?)
I got to the Chemist and they soon sorted me out with medications and accepted with glee the nibbles I gave them in thanks. (That’s better wording?)
On closer inspection while I waiting for me prescription to be filled I found that the asking price for these miniature aerosols from France was £3.95 ($6.03) A tad high I thought!
Off out and up along Mansfield Road to the City Centre.
This time it was of the Nottingham Canine owners variety. Prettily arranged along the pavement and no paw marks on the frost either. But it was still freshly steaming!
I plodded on to the bus station completely forgetting to call into the hardware store for me bulbs. Tsk!
Never mind said I to myself – I’ll get them in Derby.
Got to the bus station and was on a bus to Derby and travelling within a couple of minutes – although the Red Arrow service uses motorway buses that annoy Arthur Itis, as you have to climb several steep steps to mount the bus. An elderly couple in front of me struggled too and I made a funny, something about “They don’t think about us old un’s struggling do they?” with a cheery smile – The look of contempt accompanied by an obviously well practised sneer worthy of HRH herself that I received back ensured I said no more to them during the 38 minute journey.
I made sure no contact was made with the Grumpies as I alighted from the bus in Derby.
I assume the white snail-like object in the photo was a white pigeon or seagull landing? It looks like it has the same colour feet as the other pigeons. Perhaps an alien slug landing? Any ideas please? I didn’t notice it when I took the picture.
Then as I started to walk to the Eagle Centre to see if they had any cooked pork – the heavens opened.
In the market there were even more stalls empty today. So sad.
I remembered to call at one and get me bulb replacement. The chap sold me some that were the equivalent to the old 150 watt bulbs. (He says) £3.75 ($5.71) each. The last bulb I bought cost 50p (76c)! It was a while ago mind.
I plodded up to the butcher that sells the cooked joints and a nice looking piece of pork for £3.
On the way back through the market to the bus station I had look at some caps on a stall, but none of them were priced – so I moved on.
I espied some crossword books on sale at 2 for £1.50 – had a peruse and found they were my sort (Not too hard at all) so bought a couple.
Again as soon as I got on the bus it was off. I settled in and had a look at the first crossword in me book and spent half an hour on it – only got about a third of the the answers. Huh! I’ll keep it in me bag so it’s handy on bus trips. Mind you I still lost me last one somehow.
The ones on the left and right were closed down. Not many vehicles in the car park, another sad photo for the records.
When I got into town it wor a bit of a job and painful getting down the steps of the bus.
I must remember to go the the other bus station at Broad Marsh bus station next time – it’s a fair further walk to get to it and the bus takes over twice as long as the Red Arrow to get to Derby because it takes the scenic route through the villages – but as long as I’m not in a rush I’ll catch that next time to please Arthur Itis.
Caught a bus back to Carrington and went in the co-op to get the bread I forgot to get earlier.
And again, there were no persons letting their dogs crap in the graveyard again! Good that! Because it is a lovely place and looked after well.
Got in the flea-pit, WC’d, made a flask of tea and started the laptop – many of the keys seem to be sticking?
Well, I got the light bulbs, got me prescription from the GP, filled it at the chemists, forgot about the camera, forgot about me hearing-aid batteries, forgot to take me library book back, went to feed the mallards but they weren’t there… how did I know this? When I emptied me bag I found the reminder list I’d made but forgot I’d taken with me… Tsk!
Had big nosh of sliced pork loin instant potatoes with cheese and bread thins.
Tried to read me book but kept nodding off despite enjoying the book so gave up and snuggled down.
Then took several hours to actually get to sleep!
Inchcock Today: Tuesday 13th January 2015
WC
Did my best to recall the dreams but nothing there?
Started laptop to get some work done on the third Zimmer Frame Squeaks post.
Here’s some of the graphics wot I dun and put in the post.
Zimmer Frame’s Inchcock – The End!
Well gone lunchtime when I realised about the laundry.
But I got the post done and posted.
Had a scrub-up and got the things ready to take to the Nottingham Hospice shop in Sherwood.
As I opened the door I was met with rain mixed with snow a-falling. I 
Sad? Yes!
Back to the hovel put me shoes on and set out again.
I checked the time on me mobile and saw a missed call – it was from Big John me mate, so I called him and as he lives in Sherwood he said he’s see me at the Post Office in ten minutes.
We met at the pedestrian crossing near the Post Office and had a natter and I asked him if he could take a photo of me wearing me new glasses. He suggested I call at his house when I’d done at the Hospice shop.
The arthritis was bad this morning, but the angina a lot easier thankfully.
I called in the Polish shop to get some bread, then on up to the Nottingham Hospice shop, then over the road to the Holland & Barrett shop to get some Cod-liver oil and Vitmin B complex tablets. Plenty in stock now, just in case the promised storms do come.
The rain lessened and the wind dropped? Worrying that.
I called at Big Johns and he took
Another little natter, but I had to refuse his offer of a cuppa and sit-down due to Arthur Itis and me bladder. Hehe!
I noticed the clock had been repaired at the Fat Cat noshery and pub over 
I’ve never seen anyone going in there other than staff. The black car belongs to the owner Abdul.
I limped home slower than ever but arrived just before the rain got nasty.
WC’d and made a flask of tea to last me the night.
Made some sandwiches and started the laptop… and I can understand this being hard to believe – but the BT Internet Connection failed.
Gnash spurgle-clang damn!
Read me book for a while then tried again and it was back.
Started this diary then did some facebooking.
The rumbling innards began again… Tsk!