… and it’s not as if I’ve done anything either today. I’m on 3% of my daily target, having staggered a mere 200 metres all day.
And as I said yesterday, I haven’t put my sooty foot outside the door either.
Being up and about at 09:45 is already something on a Sunday but it’s even more astonishing considerind that I didn’t go to bed until 02:00 or thereabouts. Actually I was in bed before midnight, having crashed out in my chair, but once I’d lain down, all thoughts of sleep had disappeared.
The computer was doing something so I had left it, but with all thoughts of sleep gone, I raised myself from the dead and finished it off properly.
There were several trips down the corridor too, and Brain of Britain had left the alarm switched on at 06:00 as well, so all in all last night was a mess.
Plenty of stuff on the dictaphone too, and much of it was the same. This time I can tell you all about it. I dreamed that I was married and that my wife and I had been away for a while. When we came back we found that my mother had actually divorced my father and married the father of my bride.
And as it happened I didn’t just dream this once but I dreamt this two other times as well during different stages of the night
There was something in there too at one point during the night about the buses on which I’d been travelling just recently. Someone was marshalling the buses. It involved them going round a roundabout somwhere and disappearing off up one of the exits. On the one occasion when I was doing it on my own it meant that one of the buses had to come back from that exit so there was a kind-of marshall there who was standing there in the middle of the road stopping it coming back on the roundabout. I couldn’t work out what that was all about either
When I finally aroused myself from the dead I had a few things to do here and there, such as tidying up in here, sorting out some papers and sending off a few e-mails. There’s a mountain of correspondence that has built up that needs my attention and I’m a long way from dealing with it all so my apologies in advance.
There was also a bill that need paying and I couldn’t leave that any longer.
After lunch I had to sort out the music for the radio programme that I’ll be preparing on Monday. Things need to get back to normal. It’s going to be a “special” so I had to choose the music and remix it, as well as pairing it all off.
There was even time to write out half of the notes too. I’m getting ahead of myself again, and I should think so too. Things have been running to seed a little as a result of all of my exertions over this last … errr … 11 weeks.
We also had a break for the football – Y Drenewydd v Hwlffordd in the Welsh Premier League. Considering the glacial weather conditions it was quite an exciting match played with a considerable amounnt of skill and was another one of these games that was a good advert for the league.
Henry Jones, who has featured in these pages quite often, was pulling the strings in the midfield for Hwlffordd but his team-mates couldn’t match his skill of endeavour. They did however have plenty of the ball, hit the post once and had several good chances to score on other occasions.
Y Drenewydd scored two which was rather flattering I suppose really, and their opening goal WAS SUBLIME.
All in all, it was nice to see a couple of mid-table teams let the ball do most of the work, a style of which I happen to appreciate. If I were to manage a football team, the emphasis would be on the quick passing game.
One or two of my friends have been in the habit of mocking me due to the amount of tinned food that I have here. However I did a quick inventory and found that at a puch I can keep going with tinned ‘basics” for at least a fortnight. There’s a lot to be said for a good supply of tinned food, as I knew that there would be.
Tonight though, it was pasta in spicy tomato sauce with frozen veg and a couple of small, breadcrumbed soya burgers. That will keep me out of mischief for a while. And while we’re on the subject of frozen food, this is an opportunity for me to thin out the stocks in there a bit too.
There is always the possibility of having a home delivery, but it costs €10:00, there’s nothing like the choice of foods, and what there is is much more expensive than trying to buy it over the counter. But it’s an avenue to explore, I reckon, if things go badly and I can’t get out. But I draw the line at paying €2:49 for a kilo of fresh, dirty carrots when 2kgs of washed fresh carrots costs €1:29. They don’t ‘arf stoke it up.
But for the moment I’ve put the spare battery for Caliburn on charge overnight. If I can enlist some aid to take the battery downstairs, I can swap it over. And then I’ll just have to worry about climbing into the cab.
However, that’s for another day. I need to concentrate on things that are of more immediate concern, like the radio programme. I need to be up at 06:00 so I suppose that I’d better go to bed.
