… I call a good night’s sleep.
More than that too because although I didn’t go to bed until about 01:30 this morning, I didn’t awaken until … errr … 12:03.
Apart from once or twice tossing and turning around, I didn’t feel a thing either.
Even more surprisingly, I was out of bed quite quickly too. That made me think that if I’m going to awaken as quickly and as well as that, maybe I ought to try a few more days of staying in bed like that.
With it being a Sunday I’ve not done very much at all today. I’ve been doing some more tidying up on the computer although I didn’t create anything like as much free space as I did yesterday.
There was some stuff on the dictaphone too from the night, despite how well I must have slept. My two friends from the Shropshire Marches came to see me last night. There had been some kind of play or performance in a theatre involving a couple of people and how they were being attacked by another group who might have been pirates. They had fallen off and ended up down on the stage again after climbing through the rigging of a ship which was the backdrop of the theatre. There were dead bodies everywhere, all over every vantage point that you could see in the scenery of this play. On the uppermost, the person was only stunned because he began to move again. Gradually he disappeared from where he was lying. I noticed that he’d gone and I’d noticed a fleeting glimpse of someone but that was all. This guy made his way down past all these bodies etc to the ground and then attacked these two people who were in the party that had survived who had attacked everyone earlier and killed everyone. They managed to fight them off after a really desperate battle. As the pirates were regrouping ready for a second attack having brought the pirates from underneath these schoolchildren’s clothes, that was when my friends appeared on the scene for a chat
And later I’d started back to school. We were on the school bus heading into Nantwich. We were basically chatting. School had been going for several weeks but for some reason I hadn’t been. I was away doing something. Now it was my first day back so I was on board this bus. It was quite late. I reckoned that lessons had already started. This group of boys and girls and I were talking about nothing in particular. I was having the idea that I would write some kind of satirical letter and send it to the school every week. I was busy working on a plan to do something like that. We came to the top of a hill and began to go down the other side. I remarked that when I come this way in Caliburn, when I reach this point I’m only 15 minutes from the school. The bus put its foot down. He was driving as fast and as recklessly as I would. It was a good drive from this point of view. Suddenly the bus ground to a halt. Something had broken off. Eventually we limped into school. I was trying to find out which room the music room is because that’s where my first lesson would be. Different people were giving me directions because the school had changed since I was last there. Then I realised that I’m not even sure that my first lesson today is music now. I wish that I could actually lay my hands on a timetable to look at, to give me a much better idea of where Music was. The people who were here milling around would just reverse around to drive off to the appropriate room and drop me off.
Tea tonight was another perfect pizza. I really seem to have found the knack of making these now. The base was absolute perfection too and the topping was cooked just right.
Tomorrow the nurse is coming and then I might have some visitors too. It’s not like me to be sociable but it looks as if I’ll be breaking the habits of a lifetime. I’ll need another good sleep and then a shower in the morning to make myself ready. And then we’ll see what happens.
