He awoke and couldn’t find his alarm wristlet anywhere,
So he searched with frantic vigilance everywhere,
With a sense of gloom and looming despair,
He started with his living room, with his recliner chair,
Then under his 1959 imitation broken E-plan leather armchair,
Searched in and under both of them, but the alarm wasn’t there!
Perused his DVD case and corner photo display then,
He discovered he’d got two copies of Frost series ten,
Panicking now, will the use of his memory be ever verboten?
Where had he left it though he’d just forgotten!
Then he hunted through his fire surround,
Behind his photo, truncheon and all around,
Finding an unknown metal nut on the ground?
Questioning now, if his mind was sound!
To his bookcase then, in forlorn hope,
Searching he dropped his spyglass and it broke,
A few words of profanity he then spoke,
Bent down to retrieve it, the silly bloke,
Hit his head and nearly gave himself a stroke!
He checked out his writing bureau,
Couldn’t find it in there either, though,
He thought then: Life can be a right So and so!
Then into his bathroom, he continued his hunt,
Looked between his Carbolic soap, aftershave and Sterodent,
In the nooks and crannies, Oh where did it went?
Turned his attention, to the drawers, feeling occludent.
Emptied them all out, he was losing his willpower and drive,
But, decided to press on, his enthusiasm began to revive,
When he cut his finger on the razor, again his spirit took a dive,
Put a plaster on, it was getting later, a quarter-past five,
He moved on, to peruse his hallway, he did strive.
Through all his coat pockets he furiously went,
No alarm, and not even a spare cent,
Checked every compartment, even in his caps,
If he didn’t find it soon, he thought he might have relapse,
Even checked under his many woolly scarf wraps,
Could it have possibly fallen into his shoes perhaps?
He even looked under the Velcro straps!
Why does he always have these mishaps?
He emptied all his bins, looked through the gift-wraps.
He emptied the airing cupboard in desperation then,
He did stop for a while, hit his hand as the door did open,
A little time applying some antiseptic he did spend!
He kept searching on and off throughout the night, aghast,
No time for entertainment, cups of tea or breakfast,
At his failure, his disappointment he did broadcast,
The next day, he started searching again early and fast,
He wondered how long this searching would last?
Out to the corridor, didn’t take long, it was little not vast,
Then failing once more, he returned to his flat, well downcast!
To the kitchen his next area to search, off he set,
Danger in this room would be a serious threat,
Electricity, glass, brushes, doors etc, oh, and the steak knife set,
He searched the fridge freezer, the built-in cupboards he upset,
He took ages to get the things back and reset,
But he wasn’t going to give in yet!
Mind you, on this I wouldn’t bet!
He checked the pill boxes, now feeling perplexed,
The plastic storage bins he tackled next,
He emptied each one out and checked,
He didn’t really expect to find the alarm, in retrospect,
Then he realised what he had not checked
His bag of rubbish he carries about, but the alarm he couldn’t detect!
His hopes of a successful outcome were now wrecked!
Guess where the fool had a look next?
Four days later, the alarm still not found,
Despite his hundreds of little looks around!
He has to go all on his own,
To beg forgiveness, all alone,
To Dean Walker the Coordinator,
And explain he’s lost his alarm, and soon,
She may lose her temper, might hit him with the ladle-spoon,
Perhaps telling him he’s an incompetent Goon!
Failure to find this alarm may reap a Typhoon,
He hopes to get the courage to inform Deans or Julie, this afternoon!
After waking up agitated many times throughout the night and having fruitless searches for the Wrist Alarm, I finally got off to sleep around 0300hrs and had some odd dreams again. The first and the most memorable was (Sorry the graphic didn’t come out well, but you get the idea?) about me in a room with floorboards with a hole neatly cut out of them. And, below was a blue ocean with a speedboat that was attached to the end of my green oven glove and I was attempting to tug it free? The second one I recall, I was in a delivery van I drove many, many years ago and had lost my shoes and could not reach the pedals? Odd?
Checked out Facebook. WordPressed a little, then made yet another brew in the small mug that is new, see, a poet I am, I tell you. Hehe!
Decided to do some cleaning today.
Back up on the lift to update this, and got the window cleaning gear out ready to tackle them later. Then down to collect the dried clothes. Another little gossip. And then back up to he apartment.
I nearly fell off the step ladder several times.
Weary, drained and depressed, I had the quick and easy meal of tomatoes and the remainder of the pork.
I sprang into life with such a jerk, I almost fell out of the chair! Within seconds, the instantly rememberable bits of the dream I’d been having evaporated and the need for a visit to the bathroom throne became apparent to me, along with the warm wet sensation of the leaking blood from the lower regions.
Onwards down Winchester Hill and up into Carrington and down to the GP surgery.
Dropped off and waddled into Tesco in Victoria Centre (Mall) and spent some money. I got a ready-made sandwich, chicken portions and potato cakes.
Busy, as I came out of the shop, I got a phone call. I thought it might be Steve Age UK, now titled Powher. But it was a Nottingham City Council chap wanting to come see te bathroom to measure and check it over. I told him I’d be there in about two hours.
I started to get this updated, then got the sandwiches and chicken and added some beetroot to them, and dined regally, but still worried about losing the wristlet, however, contended that hopefully, all the problems with and about the old house were now history!
least one odd dream, and odd it was too. I kept climbing out of tram onto the roof and ascending up a ladder that was next to my Crock-Pot, my giant Crock-Pot. Every time I got near the top of the ladder (No idea why I was climbing it in the first place), I’d fall off landing back in the tram and starting again?
Hobbled to the Wilko store and got some Dettol lavender disinfectant (On offer at £2 from £3) Then on to Asda (Walmart) and got some Irish Batch bread, pots of mandarins in orange jelly, a parsnip, and carrots.
To the bus stop to get the L9 back to the flats and had a chinwag with some of the ladies that were also waiting.
Moved the washing from the cleaner to dryer, and nipped back to the flat to update this tosh.
I thanked the tenant and paid him his money. Getting the thing back to Woodthorpe Court was a bother. They got in and positioned for me.
Superb meal tonight. Fresh tomatoes, Anya Potatoes, roasted red onions, carrots and parsnips, polish ham with the last of the American BBQ sauce and a couple of slices of Batch Bread.
The large throw from the old chair sat next to it looking as if it felt sad (Hehe) covers it nicely without slipping off or moving me about.
Hobbled into the kitchen to made a cuppa and take the medications and as I perused the landscape outside, saw through the light mist that a Pedestrian Footpath Cyclist had, I assumed fallen asleep on the bench, his bicycle on the floor nearby.
Back into the kitchen to make another cup of tea, and to my surprise the bloke was still there on the bench, he’d moved position though from earlier on.
After another hour or so on the laptop, (still can’t get it right) I remembered the bloke on the bench and went to check again on him.
Got the fodder ready and watched a DVD while I consumed it.
I hobbled to a different bus stop to catch L9 bus back to the flats. What I noticed across the road was a bedding shop advertising it sold high chairs etc. Took a photograph of it while I waited for the bus, but two people walked in front of it as I took it.
WC’d then put away the fodder I’d bought.
Posted the Sunday diary off. Spent a few hours preparing some graphics for later use, posting the Out of Euro post, then made some early fodder.
The meal, mashed potatoes, petit pois and lamb steaks looked exquisite.
I woke around 2345 hrs, shaking and trembling for a few minutes (Dream?). And realised I’d not done any WC activity for hours now?
Got on with doing a funny of sorts for WordPress.
Dropped off the bus and cut through the busy Clumber Street, full of Street Entertainers, Big Issue Sellers, shoplifters and potential muggers on my way to the Bank on Exchange Walk. 
Went out and over the road to the PC World to get a Multi-card reader if they had any.
Then when it stopped, I hobbled over and into Tesco and got some fodder.
As I left to make my way to the bus stop, another famous Nottingham Pavement Cyclists made an appearance.
Got in the flat (No falling asleep on the bus, this time, thanks to nattering with Kathy), WC’d, put the fodder away and got the Crock-pot going. Added the lamb mince to it and made a bit more veg gravy and added that too.
nasty again.
Went into the bathroom to find the heater and radio both switched on?
Then went on Facebook.
Got the bacon and tomatoes on for tonight.
Decided to settle and put the TV on, which doesn’t sound too much like a problem? I could not find the remote control thing. Repeated searches trying places I had done earlier, tested my sanity to its limits.
Doing some Facebooking, I came across this photo on the SDHC card.
Set off and caught the bus to Arnold, friendly chinwag on the way to the bus-stop.
Once in the apartment and having visited the WC, fatigue dawned again, thoroughly drained. So I got a simple meal prepared, Curried baked beans and sausages from the freezer.
A few more attended this week, all seemed to have a really jolly time. I reminded some of them there was no meeting next week.
Walked around for a while waiting for the bus to arrive in twenty minutes or so.up the busy Queen Street
Then I hobbled up to the top of the busy Queen Street and waited for the L9 bus to arrive.
I felt a little anile as I limped wearily around my flat getting the fodder ready. Lackadaisicalness, seemed to be attacking me? Anne Gyna persisted and the right foot/ankle was bent out like never before. I’m going to pot I expect – Haha!
The fodder went down well.