… day where I didn’t do anything at all as much as I was hoping to.
Mind you, there was so much going on during the night that it took me quite an age to write out all of that, never mind catching up with the dictaphone notes.
Last night it was the turn of Aunt Mary to put in an appearance. I was with my brother and we were going on a trip to a posh hotel in East London. We had to meet Aunt Mary on the way but somehow we missed her and she ended up in the hotel on her own. She booked a room – of course we all had ours and we went to my brother’s room to get a few things organised for the evening. There were loads more people dur to come along and one task was to go down to the station to greet them. I wandered off at one point, met quite a few people whom I knew although I wasn’t sure if they were with our party or not. Anyway, I directed them to the hotel and went back and ended up at Aunt Mary’s. She talked to me about all of her plans etc but they didn’t correspond with anything that we had arranged. I went downstairs to find my brother and tell him about her plans, but ended up in the restaurant. A peculiar restaurant, a kind-of little self-service but some food, appetisers etc were already laid out. I was just picking away at a meal trying to work out what I was going to do about these people and Aunt Mary. I ended up having to find the bathroom and on the way back I picked up more food because I hadn’t had much for a starter and the desserts were there already so I had some more food, including a sausage (and don’t ask me why I was going to eat a sausage). But when I returned a whole crowd of people was sitting at my table and the food that I had left behind had been displaced. They were playing carpet bowls and a few other kinds of things. On the way back to the table I had bumped into another group of people who I was pretty certain were coming on this trip with us, but they didn’t. I was rather late talking to them. So I had to pick up my things and move to another table and there weren’t all that many empty at this time. I found one in a corner and just as I was about to sit down another group of people came up and tried to sit at it. They expressed surprise that I was still eating. I said that I would sit down at this end of the table and you and your friends can sit up at the other end. I was really tempted by this sausage and I had no idea why. At a certain point my brother had said something like how great the view is from London because round by Holborn somewhere is a huge, giant big wheel. He’d been out on a bus, seen this wheel and gone for a ride on it. He tried to drag us all there the next day. If you paid £10:00 you had £1:50 back yet for £12:00 you could do things that Aunt Mary wanted to do, like the opera, you had 6d, or was it 1/6d back?
Later on, I was off to Canada. I turned up at the airport but I’d sent my luggage on. I can’t remember who I was with now. I had to wait around for someone. There were people going past where I was standing, dropping coats and I kept on shouting at them to pick them up and they did, but someone then dropped their jumper but had gone before I could tell them. In the end I was swept by the crowd through one of the departure gates and ended up on a plane. But it wasn’t the one that I wanted to be on so I had to climb down through the various levels to get into the one underneath, climb down through there and then the next one etc, rather like a Russian doll. All kinds of things were going on – on one private level about 30 British Airways flight crew were having a party. I ended up in the cockpit of a plane, and someone asked “aren’t you the guy who is going to North America?”. I said yes, but they replied that they had already taken off and were headed for Dublin. I said “well that’s me f***ed then, isn’t it?”. The cabin crew were doing their best to calm me down. I had a valid passport for Dublin and I could get here and there, all of this kind of thing. On eof the flight crew tried to think where I could stay and I was thinking about getting an onward flight but wondered about my luggage – what was happening to that?
And that’s not all either. later still, I was out with the taxis again. I’d retired from the taxi business and couldn’t remember what I was doing, but it was something to do with an Office where I used to work. The boss had called me in and say “you just pay £5000 and we’ll call it quits and forget all about it”. I could afford to pay the £5,000 so I went to the bank to draw it out. But I wasn’t very happy and asked if I could speak to the bank manager when he was free. She replied “he’s free right now” so I got to see him on the spot. I talked to him about the problems, but he wasn’t particularly interested in what I had to say and kept going off on tangents all the time saying something like “you can tell people’s trade in some town (Luton, or Bedford, somewhere) by the colour that they had painted their houses etc. I told him about Newfoundland where you painted your house according to your ethnic origins. We talked about that, but for some reason we never got down to talking about exactly what my problem was.
There was much more to the night as well, so it was a good job that I’d had a relatively early night.
There was an early start too – out of bed and up and about before the third alarm went off at 06:20. With an early start like that I was looking forward to a really good crack at the outstanding work.
But it wasn’t to be.
First thing to do was to have a good shower and a scrub up to get myself ready for the shops. Its Thursday and LIDL today.
Mind you, I needn’t have bothered so much because there wasn’t anything there that I needed, except that the nice sports bread is back on sale. I treated myself to a lump of that for lunch.
On the way home I took a detour around through an alleyway that I’d noticed once or twice. I ended up on a Council estate so I had a quick look round, but there was nothing of interest around there either.
However, the walk did take it out of me (which I’m not surprised, seeing as it’s the first time for a month that I’ve walked there) and I had to sit on a bench for 10 minutes to catch my breath.
Lunch was taken, for the first time for ages, on the wall overlooking the harbour. Munching my bread, eating my fruit and reading my book. No lizards though. They have clearly forgotten all about me which is hardly a surprise seeing how few times I’ve been out there at lunchtime.
Today I’ve managed to do all the notes of my nocturnal voyages, as well as another six rather large dictaphone files. I’ll need to do at least 6 per day if I want to be up-to-date before I leave.
I was hoping to carry on with the photos for my Monday trip out but I ended up on the sofa flat out for well over an hour. I missed my afternoon walk as a consequence.
Mind you, I’d walked enough while I was on the sofa, for I was well away with the fairies. I had to go to the hospital for an appointment so despite it being a long way and I was short of time, I set off with my crutch; not waiting for a lift. It was a long straight road but with many roundabouts and I had to go straight on all the time – something like Stewart Street near the old Moathouse Drive. Someone had sent someone else – it may have been my brother – after me but I was determined to keep ahead. I came eventually to the basement of the hospital and dived in, hoping that I could remember the way as I had only been down there once. I dashed on as best as I could and then one or two doors started opening and I could tell that the reverse sides of some of them were blue – these were the access doors into the basement from within the building. I guessed at which one it might be and sure enough it was the correct one and brought me up on to the car access point right outside the front door where there was a red-headed woman rather like Jill. At some point however I realised that I had forgotten the time of the appointment and that I hadn’t brought with me any of the records. So what use the appointment would be I really didn’t have any idea.
Tea was pasta and tomato sauce with another burger that was hanging around in the fridge, followed by more of the coconut dessert with pineapple.
And then the walk around the Pointe du Roc to digest the meal.
Now it’s time for a early night, and I need it too. I want to have another good day working tomorrow, although I will have to nip out in the afternoon to collect my medical results.
I wonder what they will show me.
