… I had quite a productive day today, although you would never have thought so.
It didn’t take as long as it might have done to finish off everything, and I was in bed by about 22:45. However, despite the rumoured efficacy of this cough medicine that I’m taking just before going to bed, it took an age for me to actually go off to sleep.
And then, when I did, I awoke on several occasions, mainly due to the stabbing pain in my foot, and at one stage was even thinking about leaving the bed, but I soon dismissed that silly idea from my head.
When the alarm went off, I was fast asleep, and regrettably, I went back to sleep again, only to be awoken by the repeater alarm four minutes later. That’s something of a disaster, isn’t it?
It took an age to leave the bed too and I ended up running quite late this morning in consequence.
The first port of call was the bathroom, and then there was the kitchen to make my hot lemon, honey and ginger drink and to take my medication. And with all of this stuff for the cough, there’s quite a pile of it.
Back in here, I listened to the dictaphone and found, to my surprise, that there was something on there from when I crashed out yesterday afternoon. So that’s now transcribed and in place.
And then there was the rest of it.
No prizes for guessing from where this discussion about hillforts has come. And Bangor relates to a few visits I made there almost fifty years ago now. But I would have loved to know how it would have ended.
If I had a penny for every car under which I’d crawled in the past, I’d be typing these notes from the deck of a yacht in the Bahamas with floozies throwing grapes into my mouth.
But the silencer being wrongly installed does have a parallel – a “professional” installed a new exhaust on a car that my brother owned, and ever since then the handbrake didn’t work. When I looked underneath it, I saw that this “professional” had fitted the exhaust in the wrong place and it was blocking the handbrake cable.
Mark Carney, former governor of the Bank of England, is now Canada’s prime minister and he actually has been on a few trade missions around the World with the aim of finding a new market for all of the products that the USA buys.
The nurse turned up, in a hurry again so he didn’t stay long. When he’d gone, I could read some more of Mortimer Wheeler’s MAIDEN CASTLE .
We’ve finished pottery and have gone onto bones. And if his autopsies are correct (and there’s no reason why they shouldn’t be), many of the deceased in the “War Cemetery” do show signs of battle injury and hasty burial. One woman looks as if she’s had her hands tied behind her back and been executed.
There’s more talk about climate change too. He says that "The presence of Arianta arbustorum is important. During the damp period of the Early Bronze Age this species was common on the chalk hills of the south. With the incoming of drier conditions in the Middle Bronze Age this species became less common".
Back in here, I reviewed the radio programme that I should have sent off on Monday and sent it off today instead. And then I turned my attention to the current radio programme.
In the end, I found all of the music that I needed. It’s all now reformatted, remixed, re-edited, paired and segued, and I’ve even written all of the notes for it, except of course for the joining track.
There was an interruption for the guy who was coming to install the fibre-optic cable, except that he didn’t come.
Apparently, he told his head office that I was out, although I was glued to the window at the relevant time period. So I complained. And one thing that the technician doesn’t know is that his vehicle has a tracker installed in it, so when he returns to the office, he will have to explain why his van was parked up at the port outside a crèpe restaurant for one hour and thirty-eight minutes.
When I’d finished the radio notes, I had one or two rather urgent things to do, and then I went back into the kitchen to make some bread rolls and my leek, potato and mushroom soup.
It was totally delicious and there’s enough soup and bread rolls left over for tomorrow’s tea too.
Not right now, though, because I’m off to bed, ready to fight the good fight tomorrow.
But before I go, seeing as we have been talking about the Bank of England … "well, one of us has" – ed … there used to be a Bank of Crewe many years ago.
One day, a forger from Crewe went in and asked "can you change this eighteen-pound note, please? "
"Certainly" replied the cashier. "What would you like? Two nines or three sixes?"
, one of the best films that I have seen for quite a while. 
but with Burt Reynolds and Sally Field in it. They were fleeing from the justice as they did in 
and in one particular incident, they had to leap over the edge of a cliff on skis. That’s something that you can do in snow but there was no snow in this particular dream. However, they still managed to make it down to the bottom. But when they were about two hundred yards from the frontier, Sally Field had a fall. Burt Reynolds stayed behind to help her and they were both captured. But then there was an alternative ending to this where they actually managed, or Burt Reynolds managed, to cross the barbed wire fence into a different country and managed to bring Sally Field over just as the sheriff and his posse pulled up on the road twenty feet away. There was some huge debate amongst the sheriff and the posse about whether to cross the border anyway to catch them and bring them back. But this border, it was a road with a ditch and a couple of strands of barbed wire fence. Once you were over the road and ditch and through the barbed wire fence, you were in a different country. Sally Field made it enormously complicated to climb through this fence of two or three strands of barbed wire, but when this posse was roaming up and down the border and no-one was sure whether they were going to cross or not, there were all kinds of instructions going around the town that people shouldn’t go anywhere near the border and keep well within their own side just in case they were kidnapped and taken back across. I was in this Spanish bar or restaurant or something near the border. It was lunchtime, so I went to ask for some patatas fritas. They replied in Spanish, which I didn’t quite understand. There was a queue out for this takeaway place, a typical traditional Spanish place, nothing modern, and I was in the queue for this. When I reached the front, I asked for the patatas fritas. They said something that I didn’t quite understand, so they said in English that it would be seventeen minutes. I said that I’d wait. Then I decided that I’d do something that I hadn’t done for years. I went into the bar place and asked for a cerveza. He said again something in Spanish that I didn’t quite catch, so I asked him to repeat it. He asked “what cerveza would you like?” I replied “I don’t know. What do you have?” He asked “would you like a beer from Sandbach?” I asked “you did say Sandbach, didn’t you?” He replied that he did, so I wondered how on earth he knew that I came from somewhere near Sandbach in Cheshire. But I said that I’d much rather have a Spanish beer.
by Clannad that had actually saved him from something serious. I replied that I understood exactly how he felt because there were several albums that did exactly the same thing for me. But it really was an appalling comment to make and I really was offended and quite angry by it.