… that I put my foot outside the house today was to go to take the stats. And I can count on the fingers of one hand the number of times that I’ve set foot outside my little attic.
I did have it in my mind that if the weather was reasonable, I’d go to Commentry to look at the new NOZ that has just opened there and to go for a swim. But one look outside at the hanging cloud that was covering my little mountain was enough to convince me.
Instead, I spent the morning working on another session of rock music programmes for Radio Anglais and the additional notes for the Radio Anglais programmes that are networked to Radio Arverne. This afternoon, I did a little desultory tidying up in here. And that was that.
Mind you, I had a lovely tea tonight. I still have some of these vegan meat substitute packets left, one of which was a packet of dehydrated Lincolnshire sausage. I made myself some Lincolnshire sausages, seasoned with black pepper and rosemary. I fried some of these with onions and garlic in some olive oil in the oven, and had some real potatoes and carrots with them. And it tasted beautiful.
Not only that, there are some sausages left over for tomorrow, and I’ll save my pizza for Monday.
I was on my travels again during the night too. I’d left my job in Brussels and I’d gone back to Nantwich where I re-enroilled at my old Grammar School to re-do my education in the 6th Form. The school building was under major repair so the school had moved into a new and unused wing of the Teachers’ Training College at Crewe Green. I was totally lost – I didn’t have a clue where to go to, so a girl from the 6th Form spent a good half-hour explaining everything to me before the classes started. I was quite impressed by her tact and patience that I invited her to lunch. I remember saying that she will have more of an idea where I’ll be at lunchtime that I will, so I’ll stay put and she’ll have to come and find me.
All in all, it was quite poignant.
However, I don’t know what is going on at the moment. Regular readers of this rubbish will recall that I took part in an experiment that looked into dreams so I’m quite used to remembering what I’ve done and where I’ve been during the night. But this last three or four nights thiese little voyages have been quite significant and are well-etched on my memory – much more so that the usual run of nocturnal adventures.
Clearly there’s something going on in this plateful of spaghetti that is inside my skull – I just wish that I knew what it was. But, as I have said before … "and you’ll say again" – ed … I just wish that my life during daylight hours was even half as exciting as whatever goes on in my head during the hours of darkness.
