22nd.August.

22 August 20 17:17
Today started at 8.30 when I arose to a pleasant morning, weather wise.
Three cigs, a cuppa and a single skin, helped me wake up.
I bathed and shaved and got dressed in used but clean clothes.
Into car and first port of call, Doctors, to put my repeat prescription in, then along to chemist to put private prescription in, promising to return in ten minutes, which I did after visiting the P.O. Office
Upon my return the shop was full of people waiting so I returned to my car, vowing to try again tomorrow.
Quick glance at watch, plenty of time; I needed petrol

so had decided to call in at Redcar on my way to a 12 o’clock appointment at M’bro.
I arrived at M’bro one hour early so I went looking for the Jobcentre, what I found was three shops in a row.
After making enquiries as to the existence of an appointment at one shop I was directed next door to a learning centre.
I was spared the literacy and numeracy tests, and quite soon I had been signed up to an online tuition course for computing.


I returned to town to purchase some tobacco but after spending 15 minutes getting a parking space I found out my usual baccy vendor was missing, undaunted I went elsewhere and called in my order by free phone, ( a nice touch to the service, I thought).
I had to wait 30 minutes so I had a couple of pints and sat with one of the three customers in the club.
“Still quiet, I see”, I opened,
“It’s dying a death”, was the reply.
I spent the next thirty minutes glancing around the room, taking infrequent glances at the clock.
I had gear at home but no tobacco hence my reason to be there.
Sure enough, at stated time, the runner came in and I secured two packs, hell. Sod the expense. Enough to last the course.
I was told that an acquaintance had been buried as recently as last week, Canny lad, hard going conversationally but harmless except for one annoying feature.
For all the time I knew him, he was forever clearing his nose by sniffing.
I ‘d presumed it was some nasal disorder or practise he’d developed.
I find out he had a tumour in the top of his nose. Surely alarm bells should have rang out years ago when he first began “sniffing”. 65 I think he was.
I finished my second pint, bade farewell to the staunch everyday customers, (both of them), and left.
I had been tempted to swan neck along the front to see what the movie people were up to, but the threat of a short back and sides had been enough to keep me disinterested so far.
I return home, sit for a while and go to bed to relax.
I felt unwell; my body seemed to be speeding yet no visible signs.
I lay down and tried to control my breathing and heart rate, they responded immediately yet I felt as though my whole body was alive with impulses, time had been fragmented into nano-seconds and every movement and thought was fast.
Obviously keeping off the beer for months on end does have the advantage that when you do have a couple of pints they affect quickly.
After a short rest I felt better, had a cuppa and a well earned Joint.
Am sat relaxed listening to sounds on portable radio!!
I did have some thoughts about looking through course work but decided against and watched an old favourite,
Forgotten…Heart beat on TV. Then decided to have a little typing practise till next show,
Bog favourite but can’t remember, war time thing with Dell boy’s Rodney in it… Good night sweetheart.
Said that a few times in the past.

What have I done today? Well one thing I’ve proved that I can use more fingers to type than the person who signed me up for the course.
I resisted the need to get stoned and luckily kept appointment.
I limited my alcohol to a legal limit, preferring as I have to having a small Whisky upon my return.
Two pages are enough to describe possibly the busiest day I’ve had this month. Tomorrow is another day so will leave tidying up till then.