{"id":1303,"date":"2013-06-24T20:38:33","date_gmt":"2013-06-24T20:38:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lesguis.com\/wp\/?p=1303"},"modified":"2017-07-14T14:47:32","modified_gmt":"2017-07-14T14:47:32","slug":"sunday-23rdjune-2013-i-was-in-chester-during-the-night","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lesguis.com\/wp\/?p=1303","title":{"rendered":"Sunday 23rd June 2013 – I WAS IN CHESTER …"},"content":{"rendered":"

… during the night in the street where I first went to live when I moved there in September 1972, only last night it was where I was working. Parking in this street was usually problematic but last night it was snowing lightly and there was hardly a car about. It had me worried – was it a working day or not?
\nBut anyway I went in to my building which was a modern building of brick, concrete, aluminium and glass, well spread-out but not too tall, and with a couple of friends we went to the restaurant. But with having spent so much time talking, we arrived just in time to see the aluminium shutters lowered down, for it was 10:00, the time that the restaurant closed.
\nJust after this, there was a fierce banging from the other side of the shutters- it seemed that someone had been locked in behind them. I went off to the reception area where there were three women, one of whom by her behaviour clearly had the air of being in charge, and so I told her about this person behind the shutters. “That’s too bad” she replied. “She’ll just have to wait there until 11:00”
\n“Can’t you unlock a service door?” I asked with surprise. “There must be a way out of there”
\n“No – I don’t have access so she’ll just have to wait”. Our conversation after this became rather heated, but she still wouldn’t budge.
\nAt this point the front door opened and a group of kids, dressed up as an American marching band, complete with instruments, came marching in, and behind them came three men, clearly officers of some import and wearing k\u00e9pis<\/em> and cloaks of the style of the Royal Dutch Army. The senior of these was an enormously tall m\u00e9tisse<\/em>, probably close to 7 feet tall, so I went up to him and told him the story of this woman locked in the restaurant behind the shutters. He went over to the woman at reception and said a few words to her that I did not hear, but she went bright red and took a set of keys out of the drawer in front of her and went down the corridor, opened a door, and let out the woman who was locked in the restaurant.This woman, for reasons that I did not undertand, was wearing an orange rotating light on her head.<\/p>\n

That was another one of these dreams that it seems a pity to leave, but leave I did because C\u00e9cile bought me a cup of coffee in bed, which was extremely nice.<\/p>\n

Yes, it’s Sunday, which means a day off, or, at least, it’s supposed to. But C\u00e9cile has so much to do at her house (well, I’m not convinced, but she is) and only a short time in which to do it, so we ended up repairing cupboards and moving shelves around and so on.<\/p>\n

Sunday is also pizza day and C\u00e9cile cooked a lovely example for lunch (thanks, Rosemary, for fetching the vegan cheese), but as we were about to restart work, one of C\u00e9cile’s friends came round for a chat. Consequently we were late for Liz and Terry’s.<\/p>\n

Terry is now a very happy bunny, seeing as he has all of the slates (and a darned sight more as well) to do the roof on his new extension, and I am aslo an extremely happy bunny, having been repaid in Liz’s home-made chocolate cake. <\/p>\n

And after running through the radio programmes for tomorrow, back here and that was that. Tomorrow is another day;<\/p>\n

-5<\/span><\/a><\/div> <\/div>
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