Yes, for the first time since I really can’t remember when, I succeeded in climbing up all twenty-five steps to my apartment door without once using my hand to lift up my leg

The other day I said that if I could manage to do the first thirteen for three consecutive trips, I’d give it a try all the way up. And here we are.

Of course, doing it once is no really big deal. Doing it time after time after time again is something else completely and it remains to be seen how or if I can keep going

Having said that, I wish that it was as easy to go to bed as it is to climb the stairs. It was another night where it was almost midnight when I finally managed to crawl into my nice clean bed.

And wasn’t it wonderful too? A nice clean me in nice clean clothes in a nice clean bed. I wonder how long it will be before the bedding walks into the bathroom on its own. I really must make a more determined effort to behave like a grown-up.

Anyway once I was in bed, there I stayed in the lap of luxury until 07:00, and I can’t remember anything about what happened during the night.

When the alarm went off I struggled into the bathroom to have a good wash and clean up, and even a shave to make myself look pretty, and then came back in here to listen to the dictaphone. I was working at the royal palace in Wales. The King was a big admirer of Tolkein. At one point he had the statue of Louis de Funès cut out, enlarged and placed in the hall of the Parliament Assembly. We all had to go over there to wish us luck before the Parliament began. After a while, this custom eased off but there was a statue of his in the area where we worked. I always had it ready but no-one ever needed it. One day some soldier guy came and washed himself there. He had a couple of companions – nether of them was armed. Suddenly one of them threw back his hood, and washed his face ready to enter the room of provocation. It turned out to be a very close resemblance to our hero who we all thought had died ignominiously in 1305

There was then something about the previous expedition having left some potatoes behind. I’d recovered them and brought them back to England. However they had been taken to be weighed on the Royal scales at Manchester. I’d gone with it and I’d watched them as they were being weighed but a couple of people in attendance had to perform all of the manoeuvring. One of them looked exactly like the person who was the foreman so we all wondered if maybe the abbot had been here before

And do you know what? I know or remember absolutely nothing whatever about either of these dreams and not a single clue whatever as to what they mean or infer. There was however something that I vaguely recall about a girl with very long dark brown hair being somewhere about last night and I expected to hear something on the dictaphone about her, whoever she was. But no luck there either.

Isabelle the nurse was still in an almighty hurry, trying to catch up with everything that was left undone while she was on her week off. She told me that she might – just “might” – have some time on Sunday. In other words, when the laboratory is closed so there are no blood samples planned.

That’s no surprise.

After she left I made breakfast and for a change, I didn’t read the thesis. In fact, he mentions a certain raid by the Welsh into Cheshire that destroyed “salt works”. Nantwich, where I went to school, was famous for its salt in those days – in fact its name in Welsh is “Hellaeth Wen” – The Place of White Salt – so I did a little digging around.

Not only did I find details of several incursions and battle by the Welsh, there was one where the English destroyed the Salt Works to stop them falling into Welsh hands. All of this led me on to a book that is almost 200 years old that is a compendium of Cheshire and its parishes and so I’ve been off on my travels.

All of that meant that I didn’t have time to do much before my cleaner came to fit my patches and prepare me for my trip to dialysis. And the taxi came early too. This control by the Securité Sociale is beginning to bite and now they really are regrouping different trips. We were three in the car, all with appointments at different times.

The result was that I had to wait twenty minutes before they opened the door of the ward to let us in. But there are a few things that you can do to pass the time, especially if you are going to spend three and a half hours coupled up to a machine and not move.

Once more, I was stuck in a private room, the “naughty corner” I reckon, and it didn’t take long for them to come to see me and wire me up.

The first needle went in absolutely painlessly – I never felt a thing. The second though was noticeable, although not as painful as some have been. And the dull pain that I had throughout the session was no more than an irritation.

Once I’d read and sorted out my Welsh, I carried on hunting down ancient books about Cheshire to see what else I could find. There’s a book about “Curiosities in Cheshire” but it was written long before I was born.

The taxi was already waiting when I went outside and, true to form, we had to go right across Avranches to pick up another passenger and then come back. So I wasn’t at home as early as I was expecting to be.

My cleaner was waiting for me and she watched with amazement as I attacked the stairs. "You won’t be needing to move downstairs" she said. Mind you I had been thinking that I’d either be cured or be dead by the time my tenant vacates the apartment – but more likely the latter of the two.

The driver who took me to Avranches was the same one who took me this afternoon and he said, surprisingly, that I seemed to be walking much better today than then. So something’s going on.

Tea tonight was a vegan burger with pasta and veg followed by spicy ginger cake and soya dessert. Very nice too

So now I’m going to make up my LeClerc order and then go to bed. I’m back at Avranches, but for a scan tomorrow.

But climbing up the stairs like that today reminds me of the time I was wandering about Crewe one night years ago en route from the Boddingtons in the Lion and Swan to the Robinson’s in the Crown.
Being in urgent need of a pitstop I dashed onto the bus station – alas! No more! – and dived into the legendary restrooms, also alas! No More!
"Phew!" I said with relief as I stood facing the wall. "Just made it!"
"Blimey!" said the man standing next to me. "Could you make me one just like it?"