… the Sleep of the Dead that I was expecting last night. According to the dictaphone I’d been on a few travels during the night – a couple of which seemed to go on for ever.
In fact I was awake fairly early too but I waited until Rachel had gone to work before leaving the bed. I don’t want to get in her way while she’s busy sorting herself out.
After the medication I had a listen to the dictaphone to see where I’d been during the night. I started out by going to a radio meeting. There had just been one and everyone was saying how the manager and one of the guys on this meeting were really all for Sicily and doing everything they can to promote the idea of Sicily chucking our radio shows. I had to get myself ready to go. The kitchen where we were living was in a real state and I couldn’t find anything. The other guy who was interested in Sicily came in to talk to me. He talked about the radio and said “your programme goes on rain or shine with no problems come what may. You’ll carry on for ever. One day you’ll be taken round by loads of bands, everything whereas ours is a bit of a different proposition. We carried on and then he said something about “I’d better go for my breakfast otherwise I’d be late for this meeting. I turned around to find the bread, then I had to hunt around for the kettle that was hidden behind a pile of broccoli or something like that but there was that much stuff on the kitchen worktop that you would never imagine. Then I started to prepare everything to go to this meeting
Later on I’d been invited to attend a conference. I thought that I’d go along. It involved staying away from home for a week. I went and we all met at an airport somewhere. We’d flown in. It looked rather like Brussels. The first thing that I remember was someone’s daughter who was about 6 or 7 , an extremely rude girl to the point as if she was autistic. She was telling everyone basically the truth with no social niceties or anything, something that many people found unsettling. We all boarded a bus, about a dozen of us. Then it set off. After a while the guy in charge of this bus said that there had been a mistake and he was sorry about it but we’re all going to have to go straight here. I didn’t really understand what was happening. When we came to alight there was a huge scramble for the door. I was separated from my rucksack and had to fight my way to reach it. I thought that this doesn’t sound very nice if this is how these people are behaving. I’m not looking forward to spending any time with them. We all alighted and someone began to ask me questions like “how long do you have to wait after applying before you can join?”, all this sort of thing and I really didn’t have a clue what they were asking. I wondered whether I’d ended up being invited by mistake. It all sounded very much like a religious sect to me. Off we went and they began to tell us what we could and couldn’t do during this convention. Leaving the convention area was one thing. We weren’t allowed to do that. We couldn’t go for walks on our own etc. I was starting to have a really bad feeling about this. Then they served us a meal and all the food tasted funny. It suddenly occurred to me that what they were doing with the food was that they were drugging it so you’d develop some kind of dependency on whatever it was that they were putting in so that you’d be tied to these people for quite some time as they would be the only source of whatever they put into your meal. I had the feeling that this would be one of those high-powered sales and selling team conventions with the aim of selling all the product that they had in stock and pushing, presumably at a high price for something that’s not necessary. Whatever money you made you’d be spending with them to buy the drugs that would keep you going. I immediately started to feel quite uncomfortable about this.
Then we had a kind-of Paul Temple-like episode. I was sitting quietly in an office and two guys walked in. One of them said “Am I your new Lord. I’m Lord so-and-so”. I replied “I’ve no idea what you are talking about”. He dropped a few forms on my desk. One was dated 1905 and the other some other time basically to the effect that he had assumed ownership of the premises. I thought that that was most unlikely. I asked him what made him think that he was the Lord. He shouted and some big guy came in and began to rough me up. The rounded me up and rounded up the woman who was the wife of the owner who was probably something like Paul Temple. They ushered us out, a group of us. We headed down the street. There was a friendly dog that I knew which was friendly to me but quite a vicious animal to a lot of other people. We walked past and I called the dog over in its garden. It saw these other people and started to menace them although it was behind a fence. They all moved off hurriedly. At some point Paul Temple caught up with us. There was a huge fight which ended with the two of us overpowering these other guys. We started to walk them back to our premises. On the way we came past this dog so we simply released the dog. It grabbed hold of one of these guys and dragged him off. There were things like man-eating turtles, thins kind of thing in a mud-bath around the corner. We took the people round there and these turtles began to take an extreme amount of interest in them. You could see that there was going to be some really cruel and wicked retribution going on her on our part as we let all these wierd and wild animals loose on the people who had caused all this trouble.
There was also something on the dictaphone from the previous night too so I dealt with that and then updated yesterday’s entry.
There wasn’t much that i could do for the rest of the day. I was waiting for Rosemary to call me back with the details of the sunroof for this vehicle so that I could drive down to Woodstock to order its replacement but there was no call.
Consequently, when it was too late now to go anywhere I went outside and began to perform an inventory of what there is in Strider and to throw out the rubbish I didn’t go very far though because I couldn’t find the key for the truck cap I did what I could in the cab but even so there is still plenty that needs to be done I can do that tomorrow
But he’ll need more than a good clean inside. He’s full of dirt and gravel so I don’t know where he’s been but he’s filthy.
Tea tonight was vegan meatballs and home fries (thick-cut chips) cooked in Rachel’s air fryer. She has one of them too but regrettably she’s not explored the full range of functions so she couldn’t give me any tips.
So right now I’m going to bed. There’s a lot to do tomorrow. For a start, buying this sunroof might be something but I have to arrange to send it to France by freight and that’s not going to be very easy, is it?
