… the mood for very much right now. I’ve had a wretched night and an awful day.

Things weren’t actually that bad last night. There were the radio notes to dictate once my notes were written and the back-up done, and It was late when I finished everything that I needed to do. I staggered off to bed at about 00:45 and with the loss of an hour due to the changing of the clocks, I was not looking forward very much to the alarm going off.

Unfortunately I never made it as far as that.

Round about 05:20 I had the first stabbing pain in the sole of my right foot. And then every two or three minutes, one after the other, the stabbing pain returned. And that’s how it kept on.

When the alarm went off at 08:00 I had been up and about for quite some time, in total agony all that time but there was nothing to do about it except to carry on.

Interestingly though, I did some thinking, and that’s rare. I can now predict when the pain is going to arrive because my thought patterns change just beforehand.

There was some stuff on the dictaphone from the night, and blast it if my family didn’t appear again. I’d been away in Canada working for a while and then come back to the family home. I’d brought with me some gifts and souvenirs to hand out to my family and friends. It took a good while for me to have my family rounded up in front of me. When I arrived they were all off doing all kinds of other things. I went for a rummage in my bag to hand out all of the gifts and so on. For one of my sisters I had forgotten to buy something so I had to improvise some kind of character feature to transform onto her so that she could have that character in real life. For my youngest sister I couldn’t remember anything at all. I can’t recall buying her anything and can’t even recall thinking about buying her anything so I wondered whether in fact I’d completely forgotten her despite the fact that she was the baby of our family

Much as I would like to, I can’t forget any of my family. They keep on appearing in the middle of the night and interrupting my dreams when I want to be cavorting with Zero, Castor, TOTGA and Moonchild and how I wish that they wouldn’t.

Eventually, Isabelle the Nurse turned up. I told her to be careful with my right foot because of the pain in the sole. "What?" She asked. "Here?"

After she left I let go of the ceiling and came back down to the floor, then went to make my breakfast, including some nice kiwi and apple purée, and then read some more of MY BOOK.

At long last, on page 240 of a 366-page book, he’s reached the subject of migrating cultures. He’s found folk-tales and primitive customs in the British Isles that have their parallels in ancient Babylon, and is slowly trying to piece together some intervening connections.

So far, he has this wave of culture arriving in Southern England in about 1800BC so his question is “did they build these stone monuments” – according to his timeline, they did – “or were they built beforehand and his estimates are incorrect?”.

He puts the date of Stonehenge at 1800BC – 1600BC but modern thought suggests that erection began at about 2600BC – 2400BC. So presuming that his dates for the invaders is correct, it was the inhabitants that his wave of invaders found.

The fact that the building of hillforts seems to have begun round about 1600BC – the date of the cessation of construction work at Stonehenge – seems to suggest that the wave of these invaders reached South-West England round about that time and those who built Stonehenge abandoned the plains for the hills.

But there was plenty of other stuff that we encountered on the way there. We were discussing well-dressing and apparently in Nantwich in medieval times there was the “Dressing of the Brine” when one of the brine pits in the town was decorated and everyone danced around it. A tradition now long-dead.

There are also several other interesting facts that he brings to light. He tells us that "the practices connected with the ” waking of the well ” indicate this clearly, and when it is remembered that these ancient worships were carried on at a time when marriage had not been instituted, we can understand that many ‘pagan ‘ rituals savoured of sensualism as we should now think and call it"

Furthermore, "Near Carnac is a menhir, at which a singular “ceremony’ took place till comparatively recently, and may perhaps still be practised in secret. A married couple that have no family repair to this stone when the moon is full, strip themselves stark naked and course one another round it a prescribed number of times, whilst their relations keep guard against intrusion at a respectful distance."

When’s the next bus to Carnac, anyone?

After breakfast I made the dough for a bread roll and then came back in here to deal with the notes that I’d dictated.

First job though was to watch the football, Stranraer v Clyde. Stranraer had the lion’s share of the play and had numerous chances but only managed to score one goal.

Clyde on the other had, only had two shots on target the entire game. Would anyone like to guess the score?

As for the referee, twenty-two players on the pitch, the match commentators and I must have been at a completely different game to the one at which the referee was officiating.

The radio programme notes were rather complicated because I’d made a pig’s ear of them but by the time I knocked off work, I’d finished everything, even choosing the final track, editing and remixing it and writing the notes ready for dictation next week.

In the meantime though I’d been busy.

My bap was excellent and was cooked to perfection. It made for some lovely cheese on toast at lunchtime.

Then there was the disgusting drink break, followed by breadmaking and pizza dough making. Two lumps of pizza dough went into the freezer and the third made one of the best pizzas that I have ever made. I was really impressed by that.

Anyway, I hope that those of you driving out and about last night weren’t inconvenience by all of the Druids out there moving the stone circles and menhirs … "PERSONShirs" – ed … around because of the change of hour.

They should all be home in bed by now and that’s exactly where I’m going, still in agony, ready for dialysis tomorrow afternoon

So I’m on page 242 of a 366-page book right now. Soon I shall have to think of another book to read, so I asked a friend of mine what book he was reading.
"I’m reading a book on anti-gravity right now" he replied
"How is it?" I asked
"It’s one of those books that once you pick it up, it’s impossible to put down"