Tag: True Tales of Woe

A Nottingham Lads True Tales of Woe: The Match – Nottingham Forest vs Ipswich Town

My mates were away on holiday, so I wrapped myself up in a great coat, scarf, flat cap etc (It was very cold as you would have gathered, if not please pay more attention – thank you).

I took a beef dripping sandwich, apple, and bar of Punch chocolate, and set off to the match on my own.

There was a big crowd, and I made me way to the East stand at the front wall, behind the dug-out.

At half time, I struggled through the crowd to get a Bovril drink, and somehow managed to get back to my spot without spilling too much.

Just as I was biting into the apple, a surge of bodies forced me and everyone else nearby, to be squashed up against the low wall, fearing another surge coming from the yobs behind, I threw away the apple and Bovril cup in an effort to free my hands to use to help stop me being crushed against the wall.

At which point I found myself being man handled and dragged over the wall by two nice policemen, who gave me a dead-leg, crammed my arm up my back, and frog-marched me into the car park, and secured me in the back of an Austin black maria!

I stood in the cage in the back of the black-maria, confused, about what I might have done to warrant being here?

Occasionally, the doors would open, and a protesting yob or two would be forced into joining we already squashed up inmates in the cages.

I could hear that the match had finished, and after about half an hour or so, the doors opened again, and some police officers accompanied by a couple of police dogs pulled out a few of the incarcerated, me included, into the car park, and suggested we go forth and multiply!

Presumably those still in the van were to be prosecuted, we in the car park were cautioned.

I found out much later, why I was removed from the ground. A neighbour had been standing near to where I was on the East stand, and had seen it all happen, and explained it to me: As I was being crushed  involuntarily into the wall by the surge of fans behind me, the apple I threw away to allow me to use my hands to protect myself from the wall, had landed on a policeman’s helmet!

Ah well, at least I understood why the bobby had dead-legged me, and caught my head on the cage door twice as he implanted me in the black-maria now.

Oh.. and Forest lost the match too!

Inchcock Today: Frid/Sat 7-8th November 2014

How is Inchcock Today? – Nervous, worried and confused!

Friday 7th November 2014

I woke up regular as clockwork every 30 minutes or so all throughout the night.

I felt more tired when I eventually got up at 0330hrs than I was when I went to bed. Tsk!

Noticed message on phone from Brother in law Pete asking what time I would be at their place today. It rally is so sad that I’d forgotten I was going?

Texted back asking if 1200hrs is okay. I kept mobile in me pocket so I might not miss any reply.

Took bags out to the bins and moved them into the pathway ready for collection.

No frost this morning, just dank and drizzly.

Cuppa tea, medications and on laptop at 0400hrs.

Took some photo’s when I got there, and we had a natter of sorts.

Caught bus back to town then another to Carrington.

Not feeling too well at the moment.

Saturday 8th November 2014

Oh dear me – came down and found I’d left me freezer door wide open all night – Huh!

Five black bags of fodder now in the dustbin. So I’ll have to go out and get some replacements later.

Amazing, Coreldraw is letting me open without going through the recent clicking of warnings it indicated. Still not letting me close it properly but still.

I got tons of graphics done while I could.

Cyber-friend Lynton messaged me, I really appreciate this, but sometimes I am embarrassed and ashamed with how I exist. And find communicating any other way than the internet hard.

The internet Google Chrome kept closing on its own accord. Maybe this is the end. I’ll find out when I get back from shopping.

I decided to get out and buy some fodder from the freezer shops. Might go to Bulwell where there is three to pick from for the best value.

Caught the bus on Hucknall Road

The rain was heavy throughout the journey.

Got to Bulwell and called in Iceland. They only had the tasteless lollies in so got one box. Along with some microwave baking potatoes.

Then to Fultons. Got some flavoured potatoe halves.

Then to Heron got some different potatoe halves there.

Caught the bus back to the flea-pit.

WC.

Then I updated this then tried to work on Chrome to post it. It loaded very very slowly.

Then opened the Inchcock wordpress site, again very slow loading.

It let me post this anyway. (Slowly)

So I tried to do another one and see if it stayed hospitable.

Not bad, slow but working anyway. Bit like me really. Hehe!

 

Guarding the Queen Elizabeth Military Hospital Woolwich

After the alleged IRA bomb attack at Woolwich Police station, I was sent to beef up the defences of the QE hospital. It was a part civilian part military hospital then.

On the frontage, was a large car park adjacent to the road, and an archway into the premises at the back from the road.

After the attack on the Police Station, this area was cleared and parking there banned.

The first night on duty, they had me cleaning the blood-wagons (Ambulances).

The second night, they posted me at the entrance arch (Unarmed of course), and they’d rigged up a temporary alarm bell on the wall, with the instruction that should I press the button without genuine cause (false alarm), I would prefer to be hung, drawn, and quartered as opposed to what he would do to me! (6’5″ Staff Sergeant speaking)

Yet again, as I walked out to do me guarding, the rain started to pour down, and did so all night. I was stood back under the protruding roof as much as I could to try and avoid the belting rain.

The night brought forth no incidents, and by 0640hrs I was thinking of my breakfast – when a black Wolseley car pulled up at the kerb beyond the abandoned empty car park.

It had three occupants, and they sat for a minute or two with nothing happening, smoking a cigarette.

Then two of them well over six-foot and with stern determined looks on their faces exited the vehicle, both wearing long raincoats, and brimmed hats, pulled down over their faces!

They walked toward me.

‘Phwerp’

I could see the exhaust fumes from the car, it was still running with the driver hunched over the wheel. A quick getaway situation or what, I thought?

As they got within a few feet of me, I wanted to press the alarm, but was just as scared of the Staff Sergeant as I was of the approaching two tall visitors!

(Always been a problem of mine that, being so scared of people and things I found it hard to decide which one to be more scared of!

As the taller of the two got to within 4 foot of me, his left hand delved under his coat on his right chest.

‘Bigger phwerp’

I leant toward the alarm button, finger ready…

He withdrew his hand holding a Metropolitan Police Warrant card!

That is only time I have ever sworn at a police officer, as I inquired into why he did not announce himself earlier. (Or something similar like!)

The Night Nurse Remedy – Part of the ‘Nottingham Lad’s True Tales of Woe’ series

I was living in a ground floor flat at the time on Bingham Road in Sherwood Nottingham.

When I got a bout of flu suddenly hit me.

I’d been out for a few pints at the local at lunchtime, but felt suddenly weary and tired, and after the one pint, I made my way back to the flat to get my head down.

I had heard of the new ‘Night Nurse Medicine’ and how good it was, so I ventured to the chemist bought some, and took a swig.

I remember lying on the settee, unable to get up again, and kept falling asleep, and waking, each time I woke I felt dizzy and noticed the light coming through the window from the street light outside was getting less as the night moved on.

I woke up in the bedroom, not knowing how I had got there, and still feeling bad. I eventually got myself up, and walked through to the kitchen at the back, and saw the back door open.

Nothing seemed out of order. As I walked into the garden, I heard the side gate open, and a policeman and woman approached me.

It seems the woman had complained about me singing as I was dancing and then rolling on the grass naked in the garden at 3 o’clock in the morning!

I could remember nothing of this, and tried to explain to them about the ‘Night nurse’ apparently affected me behaviour, and I could not remember anything about the incident.

Later I tried to explain to the magistrates about the ‘Night nurse’ affecting me behaviour, and I could not remember anything about the incident.

Later I tried to explain to my employers about the ‘Night nurse’ affecting me behaviour, and I could not remember anything about the incident.

Later I tried to explain to my lady-friend Grizelda about the ‘Night nurse’ affecting me behaviour, and I could not remember anything about the incident.

Later I tried to explain to my landlady about the ‘Night nurse’ affecting me behaviour, and I could not remember anything about the incident.

So, I recommend that if you are taking Night Nurse Medications, do not drink alcohol!

Don’t do as I did – you read the label it warns you not to drink alcohol! (In fact I’d give the Night Nurse a miss altogether now I think about it again and stick with the alcohol I think… I wish I had)

Special warnings and precautions for use

Medical advice must be sought before taking this product in people with:

• Hepatic or renal impairment. Underlying liver disease increases the risk of paracetamol-related liver damage.

• Chronic or persistant cough, such as occurs with asthma and emphysema, or where cough is accompanied by excessive secretions.

• Narrow-angle glaucoma

• Cardiovascular problems

• Prostatic hypertrophy

• Urinary retention

• Epilepsy

Use with caution in the elderly, who are more likely to experience anticholinergic adverse effects including confusion and paradoxical excitation. Avoid use in elderly patients with confusion.

Children are more likely to experience paradoxical excitation with sedating antihistamine.

Medical advice should be sought if symptoms persist, or are accompanied by high fever, skin rash or persistent headache.

Patients with rare glucose-galactose malabsorption should not take this medicine.

The hazard of overdose is greater in those with non-cirrhotic alcoholic liver disease.

Do not exceed the stated dose.

Patients should be advised not to take other paracetamol-containing products or decongestant-containing medicines concurrently.

If symptoms persist consult your doctor.

Keep out of the reach and sight of children.

Avoid alcoholic drink. I missed this bit… Tsk!

Did Night Nurse make Red Arrows pilot die? RAF ace accidentally ejected himself on tarmac after taking flu medication

Daily Mail Wednesday, Nov 5th 2014

  • Flight Lieutenant Sean Cunningham, 35, died after accident in Hawk T1
  • Ejector seat parachute did not deploy at RAF Scampton in Lincolnshire
  • Test show Cunningham used Night Nurse the evening before incident
  • Medication ‘can cause some sedation and impair performance in pilots’

It has amazed me ever since the incident, why the youths of today buy expensive drugs, when all they need to do is to drink a pint of bitter and take just one gulp of Night Nurse?

Inchcock Today: Tuesday 4th October 2014

 

Tuesday 4th October 2014

0305hrs: Feeling so very cold when I came down this morning to get the cream from the fridge to treat ‘Little Inch’ – then I remembered as soon as I couldn’t find the Dakacort cream that I didn’t need the cream from the fridge to treat ‘Little Inch’. I had the new Betamethasone corticosteroid cream to treat ‘Little Inch’ I was supposed to be using now and that was back upstairs where I was nice and warm in the bathroom.

I had to nip back to use the WC which I did, while doing so I couldn’t remember if I’d left the tap on downstairs, so nipped back down and forgot all about treating ‘Little Inch’.

Laptop started, made a cuppa.

WC.

Did a bit of blogging etc

WC. Piles bleeding.

Stubbed me toe again – I must get some steel toe-capped slippers.

Washed the ‘Little Inch’ and just as I started to put the new cream on, out spurted the blood again. Took a while for it to stop. I’m getting fed-up wi this now, six blooming weeks and it ain’t any better yet. Globergerations!

When I did me teeth the gums bled a bit as well.

Bertha, my hearts desire at the launderette

Yet when I got me INR level test results back later in the day, it was the nearest to the targeted factor ever? (Puzzled that’s wot I am – still there were no arousals in me sleep so he wasn’t so tender this morning bless him)

Got meself ready and tottered off to the launderette with me bags of washing.

Did my escaping wind cause this?

Bertha was working today… I don’t know if that is her name but it’s the one I’ve given her.

A Polish gal and just my cup of tea body wise – yet still no arousals from me lower regions?

When it came time to leave, the place was empty; mind you I did drop a few involuntary deadly silent ones while doing me washing earlier.

I poddled back to the flea-pit and got the things for the Nottingham Hospice Charity Shop and limped into Sherwood with em for them.

Then I caught a bus to town.

Atmospheric Milton Street – by Inchcock

Despite the occasion bright bursts of sunshine it’s blooming cold today, forecast 2o c tonight.

As I dropped off I thought how atmospheric the view down Milton Street looked and took a photo of it on the old camera (Having forgotten to take the newer one with me like), just hope it comes out nice.

These cost a tad too much for me!

I caught a bus out to Bulwell to see if anything worth investing in at the cheapo shop.

On the way the bus stopped at a bus-stop and waited, I noticed we were opposite the bungalows I went to look at last year. After talking to someone it transpired that if I moved into one, all-in it would cost me about £120 more a week than my income. So I didn’t move into one.

Nothing in the cheapo shop, many bare shelves.

I walked to the Fultons Food shop in the vain hope of getting some microwave sausages again. Huh!

Poddled through the market to the Heron Frozen Food shop and got some microwaveable potatoe-halves with cheese to try.

Hobbled (Knees and feet beginning to ache a bit now) to the bus stop to catch one back to Carrington.

Obstacle course on Hucknall Road

As I dropped off at the top of the hill to walk down to my street – it was like a slalom run with plastic fences all the way down on the pavements. I had a bit of bother manoeuvring through them without twisting me knees as the surface there is very uneven from previous repairs.

How anyone in a disabled scooter would manage… well they wouldn’t get through. The only way passed would be to go on the road.

When I got onto my street, there were a couple of dodgy looking characters walking up and down looking a doors and windows. I wanted to take a photo of them, but the hostile glare I got from them convinced me not to take any.

WC.

Bit more blood from the Inch. But the piles had stopped leaking. I mustn’t expect too much must I?

Coreldraw throwing up new problems.

Updated this then went on the web for a bit. 

WC.

Litttle ‘Inch’ bleeding just a tad.

Inchcock Today: Monday 3rd October 2014

Monday 3rd October 2014

I was up at 0145hrs wide awake, mind you I did get me head down early.

Down to the fridge for the Inchy cream – now this morning it didn’t bleed much at all? But I’m still going to visit the G.U.M. clinic to see if I can or indeed need any more of the Daktacort cream, especially after it bled so much yesterday. (The ‘Inch’ not the cream like)

Got my LOMM posts all done, and was pleased with some of the graphics.

Did some Facebooking before getting ready for the long walk to the Clinic.

I set off and got as far as the end of the road and realised I’d not got me mobile phone with me, so returned and collected it… after a little search proved fruitful. Tsk!

Set off again on the trudge to the G.U.M. clinic.

Only had to wait about 20 minutes, and a young strapping lass came and called my name out. She took me into a little office and I explained everything to her about me bleeding tender little ‘Inch’.

We went into the examination room and she had a look with the magnifying tool and showed concern saying she would fetch a doctor to have a look at it. Despite all I’d explained to her about the bleeding, this surprised her.

A female doctor returned with her and had a good decker and grope at the ‘Inch’. Painfully at times.

She declared that she was going to consult with someone else and left, covering up the ‘Inch’ with a paper towel.

She returned and had  prod about again, the declared she was going to prescribe some cream with steroid in it. To be applied thinly once a day. I was to use it for 3 weeks then return for a check up. If things had not improved I’d be referred to a doctor for consideration for further investigation and even the snip.

When they left the room this time as I waited for the Betamethasone corticosteroid cream to arrive – I definitely heard much laughter from the other side of the door! Never mind eh.

The cream arrived and I left and caught the free bus to the QMC for me INR level tests to be done. I got a bit of reading done en route. (Blood Red Snow).

When I arrived at the QMC I went up to floor D and the Anticoagulation therapy Department to explain why I wanted it doing today on the Doctors instructions. They said it would be alright, and sent me back down to the ground floor where I took a ticket and joined the queue.

Only two nurses on duty, but I managed to have a little natter with them.

Then caught the bus back to town and another out to Carrington, where I dropped off at Lidl to get some bread. I joined the queue at the till and waited as my beard grew and paid for the bread, again getting 4x1p pieces in the change.

As I walked home I thought I’d save all these 1p pieces and spend them at Lidl in one go, if they moan I’ll tell not to give em me in me change then!

Saw Big John going to the launderette instead of Tuesday. He said he’s got to go to a funeral tomorrow.

Got back to the dump, WC and laptop started passed wind and felt the blood from me piles running.

Went up and cleaned myself up – Gawd I’m getting through some clothes this last week. Bloodied underpants, pyjama bottoms, bedding etc.

Another traipse to the launderette tomorrow then.

Ah well!

Inchcock’s Diary: Friday 31st October 2014

Friday 31st October 2014

I stirred rather sharply (again), at 0240hrs. I sensed a strange nervousness lingering?

Tried my best to get back to sleep without any luck, so read me book. (Oh poetry)

I treated myself to some Jersey full cream milk yesterday – and boy was my cup Yorkshire tea perfect this morning. Must remember to take me morning medications later.

Had a look at the ‘Inch’ – I’m getting fed up with it now, bleeding again!

Not a lot but surely it’s time for the cream to have had some effect?

The laptop let me get much work done this morning. Coreldraw lasted longer before it jacked in as well.

Took medications around 0445hrs then continued surfing! (Not in the water like)

I got the things ready for the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop and set off on a walk into Sherwood with it.

It stuck me how picturesque the area just quarter of a mile away from home was, and I tooketh a picture of it.

I wandered on, and decided to take the route along Bingham Road, where long ago I lived on the ground floor of number 30.

And I stood there after taking the photograph and my mind delved back to the many good times I’d experienced then.

I used to take a holiday away every year, met cajoled with Grizelda there, I was able to enjoy a drink, was in the boxing club, the fishing club, played squash or badminton every twice a week, I was so happy in my job then, and I really did enjoy my trusty old pipe… I got to feeling a bit down about it then and decided it was best to carry on my journey and try to forget about it.

Not easy when the mind wanders off on its own tangents’ is it?

As I got onto Mansfield Road I noticed how many signs there were along that stretch of pavement.

The Church, parking, shop signs, traffic signs etc.

 I pressed on and noticed the Computer shop was open so went in to see if he could help me getting a second hand laptop that could cope with Coreldraw on Vista.

I asked him about the only one on display that was a Vista set-up and he said it would not cope because of the processor. But he had one waiting in the back to be reconditioned and he could make that one okay. He said to call next weekend. So I said I would. I just hope this one lasts that long.

I set off and eventually got to the Hospice shop and dropped off the things.

Then called in Wilko to get some face clothes, then I could use my current ones to tend to the little ‘Inch’ and throw them away afterwards.

As I neared the end of the walk back to the flea-pit I noticed the place that got burglarised the other day had a new sign up telling folk a security company is monitoring the place. I think that might have been why the police called at the dump yesterday?

As I turned into my street checking for any jobs by taking a circular turn if you know what I mean; I noticed that a gallant giant hard working spider had spun a massive web from the telegraph pole across the pavement to the flat roof of someone’s kitchen! I was amazed. I took a few photo’s in the hope that one might show the size of the web without luck, but one of them did show the giant spider, just. I’ve circled it with yellow ring on this photo. I’ll make it bigger in the hope that you can see the mammoth web he/she was spun. I suppose as soon at gets windy or rains they will lose it after all that hard work. Poor thing!

Got in and had a gorgeous cuppa with the full cream Jersey milk.

Started the laptop and updated this diary.

Made (Well heated) me shepherds pie, had some last day to use crispy bacon rashers with it, a lolly and took some bags of cheese curls and some Viennese rolls with me to nibble later.

I reckon HRM would be jealous yer know!

Inchcock Today: Thursday 30th October 2014

How is Inchcock Today we asked him?

Nervous, fearful, apprehensive and depressed! Ah well…

Thursday 30th  October 2014

Well it was another frustrating dream filled night; I know they were horrible but cannot recall any of them.

Up at 0315hrs, the Inch proud and painful again did me ablutions and came down for the cream for little ‘Inch’, started the laptop and made a cuppa.

I think the laptop is closer to its end now – it kept freezing and I had to restart three times.

I checked the emails, just in case it went altogether.

Delivery this morning, then I’ll get ready to go and visit Sister Jane and Pete.

It’s cold again this morning.

Did some facebooking and a bit on this diary. Coreldraw9 let me create some graphics so I got as many as I could do, before it gave up the ghost.

Got things ready to take for Jane and Pete, and set off for the bus. Too cold to walk today, well at the moment it is. I might get a walk in on the way back.

Caught the bus into town and went to catch the second one to West Bridgford.

The bus before pulled off and I was the only one at the bus-stop – not for long mind, soon there were about 15 others in the queue. Well I stay queue?

When the number 7 arrived, I nearly got crushed in the rush to board it and got on 16th in line! (Tsk!) Not that it mattered too much but I felt a bit put-upon like.

Dropped off and walked to Jane and Pete’s house.

Pete was just finishing putting up their fifth CCTV camera. They are having a bit of bother with the next door neighbour.

We had a jolly good natter and Jane is to let me know what time next Thursday I can meet her to go to the hospital with her for her medicationalising treatment and x-rays.

They started to eat their fine meal (pictured) and I decided I had outstayed my welcome, so shot off.

They had made a Halloween doll on a plant of their friend.

I called in the M&S food place to have a quick look if they had anything good on offer – not that I needed anything, I’ve tons of food in at the moment. Too much really. (Gannet!)

The prices scared me away.

I went to the bus-stop and had an interesting conversation with a bloke in a Pork-pie hat. It went:

Him: “Did yer see the game last night?”

Me: “What game was that?”

Him: “Don’t know, thought you might!”

Me: “No mate!”

Him: “Still it don’t cost much do it?”

You couldn’t make it up could you?

Caught bus to town, called in the Chinese shop to see if they had any plain-cheese seaweed but no.

Poddled through town and caught the bus back to Carrington and the flea-pit-supreme.

WC.

Laptop started, made a cuppa and updated this diary.

Knock on door, Police wanting to know if I saw anything suspicious on the street last night at 2230hrs.

I told them I was asleep at that time.

They left.

Nice to have a caller though.

I hope this isn’t too exciting for anyone. (Hehehe).

TTFN.

Inchcock’s Ode to Depression

I am aware of my failings and depressions some of the time,

I thought I’d try to write them down into some sort of rhyme,

Guilt at not being able to sort out depression is ever present,

The fight to live with it is most certainly unpleasant.

 

The house is in a worse state than that of Steptoe and Son,

Dirt, untidy a mess naturally people will want to shun,

Damaged roof, cooker blew up rubbish I cannot remove,

The nagging guilt, that I just cannot manage to improve.

 

When I do find the spirit to try and clean it up a bit,

The arthritis angina or dizzy spells will prevent it,

Soon it feelings come into my ever rattling mind seems to split,

Later the guilt is magnified self loathing, I feel I’ll throw a fit,

But withdraw into myself, waiting for hope manifest or flit.

 

Confused all the time, my mind talking to me, castigating,

Telling me how pathetic I’ve become: For some hope I’m waiting,

To get relief from my late in life torment called depression,

But still I like to help others if I can, that’s some concession.

 

It seemed different when I was working and had a vocation,

Then the ailments mounted and slowly grew the frustration,

I’ve stopped even thinking about going on a vacation,

I’d love to be free of the fears the guilt and vexation.

Something inside surrenders, and I cower, hide ignore things,

My mind torments me with screeching violin strings,

Rasping out to me my faults and pathetic multiple failings,

It never stops reminding and nagging at me about these things.

 

Yobs appear outside my house, I run to the bathroom to hide,

Fears have arrived late in life, one time I would never have cried,

People in authority and shop-keepers now con me with ease,

I struggle at times with angina and Arthritic hands and knees,

The haemorrhoids, the ticker ulcer bladder, but I’m okay with these,

They are a fact, but depression is an unwanted mystery to me.

 

I try to get out on a walk 4-5 time a week,

Dodgy that with me always wanting a leak,

Feed the ducks in Nottingham, any company I can find,

For a while then, this depression I don’t give a mind.

 

Is there a mental aspect linked with this thing?

Some days I feel like I could actually sing!

I so love  to Facebook and do my blogging,

Reading what others create and are coping.

 

On this web I’m a different person and bold,

But times I fight depression that takes a hold,

Losing of course, I wondered as I grow old,

Can I buy a brain remould?

Inchcock Today: Saturday 25th October 2014

How is Inchcock Today?

Sadly depressed at his not being able to use Coreldraw9 properly and that this morning his little ‘Inch’ has started bleeding again.

I sprang awake about 0100hrs, WC’d and remembered part of a dream I’d had.

I was desperately chasing some people (No idea who) and just could not catch them. This seemed to go on for ages, I’m not sure but think the people kept changing into other people when I got close to them so had to chase a different one? Next minute I was being crushed to death by a Russian T34 tank – then a nurse was trying to pull me out of a coffin shouting that I’d took the wrong tablets, Morrison’s had sold out of seaweed and not to forget I was being executed by Idi Amin on Sunday?

 0400hrs: WC.

Down to the fridge and got the Daktakort cream out of the fridge, back up and washed the ‘Inch’ and applied the cream – it is bleeding again this morning. Tsk!

Started the laptop (that I’d left on all night) made a cuppa and took my morning medications.

WC during which I discovered my haemorrhoids were bleeding too! Huh!

Feeling well down today.

Decided not to go out today, just stay in and potter on the web and mope about.

WC.

The ‘Inch’ is still dribbling bits of blood? Oh dear!

Put some extra Daktacort Cream from the fridge on him.

But an hour later I could feel the warm wet sensation and was bleeding was much as it ever was last week – Oh dear, summat else to worry about – I’m fed-up!

Coreldraw being corrupted (Not as bad as the UK politicians yet), sometimes it will open sometimes not, it always tells me to close it and restart which I have to do then it decided if it will start on its own accord. Sometimes it lets me work-on, but it never allows me to save any page or do anything complicated like Vignette Shadow or cropping. It freezes at will, often needing an forcing close-down – then the laptop takes an hour at least to go through the palaver to restart. Tsk!

WC.

I’m having to use stuff I did earlier graphicalisation-wise. Still, it will often let me import photo’s from my camera and images from the web… but am I bothered? – Yes!

Had a massive nosh before I got me head down. Lamb casserole and cocktail sausages followed by ice-cream lolly and cheesey curls. Surprised I wasn’t sick.

Published as a Warning to others

Yer can tell I’m a tad depressed.

WC.

Then the ‘Inch’ bled a bit, but far less than earlier.

Arthritis, piles, ulcer and Angina have not been too bad today.

Tonight I dropped me nights tablet pot and could not find the Warfarin tablets anywhere? Came down to get another pot and found I’d left the laptop on again? Is it doing it on its own? It was a hell of a job to get it to close down.

Exit mobile version
%%footer%%