… a very busy boy again today and accomplished much more than I ever would have thought possible. Considering that it’s a Sunday and what used to be a Day of Rest, it’s pretty impressive going and I wish that I could do it more often.

What might have helped matters though was the early start. It’s a Sunday of course, and in principle a lie-in until 08:00 but as regular readers of this rubbish will recall, I’m convinced that they do something special to the dialysis on Saturdays because the times when I’ve actually still been in bed at 08:00 are few and far between.

Last night I was in bed comparatively early, despite having managed to dictate the text for two whole radio shows and the text for the eleventh track from the preceding one, and I was hoping that I might have a good sleep for a change.

As it happens, I was asleep quite quickly but unfortunately it didn’t stay like that. A couple of hours later I was awake again and stayed like that for some time. Eventually I dozed back off to sleep and that was where I stayed until 06:56 when I had another one of those dramatic awakenings that I have every now and again

No possibility of going back to sleep this time so half an hour later I threw in the towel and went off to the bathroom.

Back in here I had to once more coax the computer into life and then make a start on transcribing the dictaphone notes but the arrival of Isabelle the Nurse interrupted me. She showed me all of her skiing photos, making me quite jealous of course, and then left me to my own devices.

Breakfast was first, of course, and then my medication and then MY NEW BOOK but I didn’t have much time to read as I had plenty of things to be doing.

First thing was to continue with the dictaphone notes. There was some guy and his wife who had a couple of people round at their house. The guy had to go to do something, whose house it was, and he left the other guy sitting there. The girl decided that she would go to play a joke on him by hiding in the rafters of the roof and pretending to be a phantom or a spirit. She was doing this when suddenly the covering that she was holding over her or positioned over her, it fell down so the other guy could see her. He was so angry that he grabbed hold of her and had the other fellow whose house it was not returned, it could have been serious. The police were called and it turned out in the end the police spoke to this guy and told him to go home. But he wouldn’t go home so the fellow whose house it was had to put him into a taxi to make sure that he left. He was saying that this is absolutely crazy that this fellow has done all of this to intimidate his daughter or whoever she was yet the police had done absolutely nothing whatever to bring him into account over it. He was absolutely furious about all of this.

This is another one of those dreams that doesn’t seem to have any meaning at all, although the police turning up and doing nothing at all is about par for the course. It keeps the crime statistics down if you don’t write the crimes down in your notebook.

Later on I flew out to Singapore and ended up in the Chinese quarter where in a room above a shop I met several British undercover agents whose job it was to wander through the city producing information and sending back what might be of interest to the British authorities. My interest lay with a fire extinguisher company. A girl who had been a British schoolgirl had gone out to Singapore, married, and had come into a lot of wealth. No-one knew why I had gone – I just turned up. During the course of the conversation I said that I was interested in seeing this girl’s paperwork. All of a sudden not only was it all on my desk but everything else about her, her company and all kinds of things with which she was associated had been put there, even her biography and a photo of her as a schoolgirl riding a horse when she was at Heathfield School. It turns out that she had been of interest to these people in Singapore for ages but they didn’t have anything concrete in which to send a report. They sent for the Chief of Police from Singapore. He too was extremely interested in this girl and her relationships and company. It seemed that she was wanted by just about everyone for some reason or other. It was a German company that she had, not a British one. So we were discussing all of this, and several other things too such as the tenants who were renting the shop downstairs who were Chinese businesspeople, extremely dangerous people and you had to tread on eggshells whenever you were near them. You never went anywhere unless you were armed with a machete to go to visit them

There’s a lot more truth in this than I would care to admit too, although the German fire extinguisher company is certainly a new twist in an old plot. And it wasn’t Singapore either but Quetta, a border post on the frontier between Pakistan and Afghanistan set at the time of the Russian invasion of the latter.

There is also a school in Berkshire called Heathfield, an exclusive girls’ school, that would fit quite nicely into this story but until I looked it up, I had absolutely no idea that this school even existed. Somehow some really strange things turn up in the middle of the night.

Back in the dream later on, and back in the UK I met Zero’s father again. I said “I’m going to tell you something strange. I’d gone all that way out there to find out something. You know who it was whom I was going to see, do you?”. He said that he could imagine. I replied “everyone else was interested in seeing her too. They all knew all about her. I find that a most astonishing coincidence”. In the meantime he was planning something and I wondered what it was. I found on his desk some kind of statement that he’d bought another house, one exactly like the one he had now but in a better location nearer to where Zero used to go, so that, he said “my Princess can be so much better and I can look after her better”. He saw me reading it and was rather annoyed but made a little joke out of it. I could tell though that he wasn’t very happy that I’d seen this note.

So why is he suddenly turning up so often these days? I’d swap any two of his appearances for one of Zero herself but I can’t see that ever happening unfortunately. There’s this really big barrier that seems to have come down between the two of us and it’s called “father”. It sounds just like the old days again with a couple of my former female friends.

Next stop was to catch up on the football that was played yesterday in the Welsh Cup. And no surprises. All the fancied teams made it through to the last four, with the exception of the winner of the match that is yet to be played. That’s this afternoon’s treat.

First job of work was to edit the notes for the final track for an earlier radio programme, and then to merge the two halves, the extra track and its notes together, finally then to edit all down to sixty minutes. In fact, I only needed to lose about eleven seconds, but then we have the problem of “which eleven seconds to lose?”. Sometimes it takes longer to decide than it does to actually edit it.

Next task was to make a bread roll, which was totally excellent, by the way, and then to make my broccoli stalk soup. Once that was simmering away I had to leave it as the football was about to start.

Connah’s Quay Nomads, usually pushing for the league title and a European place, are having a woeful season so the Cup is their only hope. However, their opponents, Caerau Trelài of the Second Division, have already knocked out two Premier League sides.

Played down south at Cwrt yr Ala on a pitch that would have made Bonnyrigg Rose’s New Dundas Swamp look good, it had all of the makings of a banana skin in more ways than one.

Trelài took the game to the Nomads and had a couple of gilt-edged chances early on that had one of them gone in, it would have caused an uproar. But the Nomads weathered the storm and gradually began to impose themselves.

Once former Tranmere winger Ryan Hughes scored the result was never in any doubt and a second goal later in the game closed it down, although Trelài missed an absolute sitter in the closing stages of the game. You can see the highlights HERE

It was now time for soup, a long time after lunch so I finished off making it, added a pot of soya yoghurt and several handfuls of these small pasta elbows and with my fresh bread had a delicious meal. I decided to forego my pizza tonight as my appetite is still quite down and doing without food will probably do me good.

Instead, I cracked on with editing the radio notes and although I’m running really late, I’ve finished them both and assembled the programmes as far as I could, chosen the extra tracks, edited and remixed them and written the notes ready for dictation next weekend.

So now I’m totally exhausted so I’m going to bed. I’m proud of what I’ve been able to do today, and it’s been a long time since I’ve been able to say that.

So who is going to come to see me tonight? Will it be Zero, or her father, or one of the others, Castor, TOTGA or Moonchild? Knowing my luck it will be one of my family coming along to spike my guns just as things are beginning to warm up.

But seeing as we are talking about ghosts … "well, one of us is" – ed … it reminds me of that hotel where I stayed in Southern Germany the last time that I was down that way – an old creaky place in an ancient city centre somewhere.
"I’ve heard some stories about this building" I said. "I’ve heard that it’s haunted. Is that true?"
"I shouldn’t think so" said the receptionist. "I mean, I’ve been here four hundred years and I’ve not seen one"