… the dictaphone again this morning.
It was rather late again when I went to bed last night, and I was asleep quite quickly, but I remember absolutely nothing at all until the alarm went off at 06:29. I must have been dead to the World all through the night.
But I wish that I could focus my energy on actually doing things that I need to do and doing them without interruption so that I can push on and have an early night one of these days. The only early nights that I have had just recently have been when I’ve been too tired to carry on, leaving me with a mountain of work to do the following morning.
Last night, I managed to finish everything, but it was still almost 23:30 when I crawled into bed and went to sleep.
The alarm took me completely by surprise, so much so that I threw off the quilt without having my customary couple of minutes to slowly come round. That’s not like me at all. Nevertheless, it took me a good couple of minutes to summon up the energy to actually stand up.
In the bathroom, I had a good wash and scrub up and even a shave in case I meet Emilie the Cute Consultant this afternoon and then went off for my hot drink and medication.
Back in here, with no dictaphone notes to transcribe, I caught up with a little housekeeping in the bedroom until the nurse arrived.
He was early again, but he didn’t hang around too long, leaving me to make my breakfast and read some more of A ROMAN FRONTIER POST AND ITS PEOPLE
James Curle seems to have finished the excavations of the pits and wells, and now he’s sorting out into groups what he has found.
At the moment, we’re discussing armour, and it’s extremely interesting how he’s managed to identify the different parts, such as the scales for scale armour and the chainmail. He’s giving quite a comprehensive talk on how it all fits together and how it’s worn, and the book is probably worth reading just for that.
Back in here, there was the radio programme for this week to review before I sent it off, and the quality of the audio was abysmal. In the end, I had to remix it completely, and that took quite a lot of time that I could well have used for something else, particularly when, with my first remixing and editing, I closed the file without saving it, so I had to do it again.
With the time that was left this morning, I revised my Welsh ready for tomorrow. Having missed a week of the course, I’ve no idea where we are so I’m hoping for the best.
My faithful cleaner turned up as usual to apply my anaesthetic, and then I had to wait for the taxi, becoming increasingly more frustrated as my new internet box, promised by 13:00 at the latest today, failed to arrive.
It eventually turned up at 12:46, which was cutting it fine.
However, the taxi was fifteen minutes late, and we had another wild ride around the back of beyond in Normandy to pick up two further passengers. I’m certainly seeing parts of Normandy that I never knew existed since I’ve been ill.
We were late arriving at dialysis (again) and, as usual, I was the last to be connected. Once everything was under way, I asked the nurse if I could see the doctor as the prescription for my medication had now expired. However, no doctor showed his or her face in my room, so I was left pretty much alone, coping with, once more, the pain in my foot and severe, non-stop bouts of coughing.
Eventually, they unplugged me, and I had to wait around for the taxi again. Consequently, I was late home yet again.
My faithful cleaner helped me into the apartment, and after she left, I made tea – or, rather, warmed up the half-pizza left over from yesterday.
Right now, I’m off to bed, hoping for another good sleep ready for my Welsh class tomorrow. A good sleep will do me good, as will a successful lesson.
But before I go, seeing as we have been talking about wearing apparel … "well, one of us has" – ed … it reminds me of the Scotsman who was interviewed on the street by a news reporter.
"Is anything worn under the kilt?" she asked.
"Och, no, lassie. It’s all in purrrrfect worrrrking order."
