{"id":15878,"date":"2022-03-25T22:14:45","date_gmt":"2022-03-25T22:14:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lesguis.com\/wp\/?p=15878"},"modified":"2022-03-25T22:14:46","modified_gmt":"2022-03-25T22:14:46","slug":"friday-25th-march-2022-as-you-might","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lesguis.com\/wp\/?p=15878","title":{"rendered":"Friday 25th March 2022 – AS YOU MIGHT …"},"content":{"rendered":"

… expect, today has been nothing like as productive as yesterday was.<\/p>\n

But, quite rarely, the problem was nothing to do with a lack of effort on my part – more on the part of someone else who shall be nameless who had me running around on the internet for three hours for what eventually turned out to be no good purpose.<\/p>\n

There have been problems with these people in the past over “certain issues” and a little over two years ago I vowed that that time would be the very last … etc etc.<\/p>\n

However I relented over the passage of time and subsequently, over the past few months particularly, I’ve been given the run-around over a couple of issues that have caused me to sigh with dismay but today – well, I dunno.<\/p>\n

Regular readers of this rubbish will recall that I’m living on borrowed time and every hour that I waste is an hour that I won’t ever have back again.<\/p>\n

On top of that, the doctors have told me to do everything that I possibly can to avoid stressing myself out. It’s only my heart keeping going that’s keeping me going and it’s showing signs of strain, as regular readers of this rubbish will recall. But once I stress myself out to such an extent that my heart is affected, I’ve had it.<\/p>\n

It’s simply that I can’t afford the stress. There used to be a time when I thrived on stress – never mind your “Management By Objective” – my motto was “Management By Crisis” and it usually worked. But I can’t do it now.<\/p>\n

What was even worse was that for the first time since I can’t remember when, I had a good sleep last night. There wasn’t much on the dictaphone at all.<\/p>\n

Well, in fact there was, but one entry was the carbon copy of one over two hours earlier, so whether I simply dictated the same dream twice with a lengthy gap in between or whether in fact i dreamt it twice, well, we’ll never know.<\/p>\n

We started off last night at the family pile in Davenport Avenue and there was something going on in the garden. it involved a pile of fruit that everyone was eating. I wasn’t down there with them but there was something about I had to fetch more fruit so I went back into the kitchen and found the fruit but it was all black and rotten and sweating and there were mice eating it etc. I had to chase off what I could. In the end the only thing that was any good was a banana, and that wasn’t any good either but I picked it up. One of the cats – or both of the cats – were in there and there was something the matter with him and they were all covered in some kind of black substance like some of the fruit was so I suhered them out of the room where the fruit was. One of them wanted to go upstairs and I wasn’t going to let it go like that so I picked it up. It wasn’t very happy and it was filthy but I took it in my arms and put it outside<\/p>\n

And then I dictated it again.<\/p>\n

Later on we were in Germany last night at a town fair. We were running it and helping these German people set up their stall. They were selling tools like spanners and dies and taps, etc. Then it seemed that I had forgotten to formally open the event so I had to formally open it with a speech but when I started to translate it into French everyone shouted “shush”. They weren’t interested apparently in hearing it in French so I went to the office and used the PA system to announce it instead, all over the fair. At the end of the night these German people were packing up. I asked them how they had done and they told me that they had sold over 3 million Marks of stuff. I asked if that was Deutsche marks or Reichmarks. We helped them get together but by now it was pretty late so I said that I could run them to the nearest metro station but they suggested that I run them to Blythe Bridge and the main-line railway station there. I thought “yes, I’d do that” but then it turned out that there was a problem with the lines and a lot of the small local stations had closed so for them to return home to Birmingham was going to be extremely difficult.<\/p>\n

There was also somewhere where I was heading off somewhere for a job interview in Vienna. I reached the Underground but my ticket wouldn’t read in the machine to let me into the station. I tried it in 3 or 4 different machines and eventually I managed to make it work. Then I couldn’t find the line that I wanted to take me to where this interview was and even worse, I couldn’t remember which was the Metro station where I had to alight to go to this interview. I was being totally disorganised yet again.<\/p>\n

Leaving the bed was once more a struggle but I did manage to beat the second alarm.<\/p>\n

\"fruit<\/a>After the medication the first task that needed doing was to bake a pile of bread – fruit bread as well as normal bread.<\/p>\n

The normal bread tastes as good as it looks, because I had it for lunch but the fruit bread didn’t do so well.<\/p>\n

Firstly, I forgot to brush it with milk and dust it with sugar, which doesn’t help matters, and secondly, I forgot it in the oven and it ended up being baked for 10 minutes longer than it should have been.<\/p>\n

Still, it’ll be eaten before too long. And it’ll probably taste just as good as it ought to do. Anyway, the odd culinary disaster here and there is par for the course.
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Much of the rest of the day, when I was allowed to, I was going through the photos from the Canadian High Arctic. Right now I’m in Quernbiter Fjord among a pod of narwhals. There were some exciting moments on that day.<\/p>\n

As usual there were several other more routine interruptions, such as a coffee break, breakfast (with the last of the old fruit bread) and lunch (with the first of the new normal bread).<\/p>\n

\"people<\/a>As usual, I went out for my afternoon walk around the headland, and the first port of call was the wall at the end of the car park.<\/p>\n

Despite the fact that it was another beautiful day today, sun shining, quite warm and all of that, therre weren’t all that many people down there this afternoon. Certainly not like yesterday when we had hordes of people down there.<\/p>\n

But whether or not there was anything going on out at sea, that was something else completely because the sea mist that we had a few days ago has closed in and I could see very little this afternoon.<\/p>\n

So instead I wandered off down the path towards the headland to see what might be happening
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\"people<\/a>When I arrived at the headland, I thought that I might have been in luck.<\/p>\n

A couple of people sitting on the bench (minus dog, or polar bear, or whatever it was) by the cabanon vauban looking as if something exciting was happening gave me a ray of optimism but I reckon that the excitement going on down there had nothing whatever to do with anything out at sea.<\/p>\n

And in any case, the visibility in that direction wasn’t any better as it was as I was walking down the path.<\/p>\n

And so I called it a day and headed off down the path on the other side of the headland.
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\"yacht<\/a>On this side of the path I was rather more lucky with maritime activity.<\/p>\n

One of the yacht schools was out this afternoon, with a big bunch of pupils sailing around in the bay. It’s always the case – at the start of the year there are dozens of them sailing around (although you can only see a few of them). But by the time we reach the end of the season, the numbers have fallen off dramatically.<\/p>\n

And just to reassure you, I haven’t forgotten that I’m supposed to be making enquiries. But right now I’m more preoccupied with my Welsh exam in early summer and all of the (free) revision courses that go with it.<\/p>\n

Sailing is for some other time – but I will do it.
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\"joly<\/a>In the photograph just now, you might have caught a little glimpse of Chausiaise<\/em> moored at the front of the queue at the ferry terminal.<\/p>\n

Behind her, in apparently the same place as she was yesterday, is the older of the two Joly France<\/em> ferries that go out to the Ile de Chausey.<\/p>\n

But what had caught my eye was the little boat that was moored behind her. And when I looked closer, there were actually two – a little shell-fishing boat that presumably came in too late to moor on a mooring chain, and one of the little port runabouts is moored alongside.<\/p>\n

And the builders’ material is still over there by the crane. That’s not moved either.
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\"fish<\/a>Meanwhile, in other news, a couple of things have moved from here by the Fish Processing Plant.<\/p>\n

Yesterday we saw L’Omerta<\/em> and Jade III<\/em> moored over at the wharf over there but today they have gone.<\/p>\n

Jade III<\/em> is out in the bay fishing, according to her AIS signal, but as for L’Omerta<\/em>, her AIS signal tells me that she’s moored in the harbour at Les Sables d’Orlonne where she hasn’t moved since April 2019 so we can forget about that.<\/p>\n

On the way home, I didn’t even notice if anyone was parked by the Porte St Jean. I just came in for my coffee.
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After a good session on the guitar this evening I started another task that I’ve been putting off for quite a while.<\/p>\n

For the photos, I keep a monthly index but it always occurred to me that I ought to make one master index that would make searching for things so much easier without trying to remember when or where I was at the time.<\/p>\n

So I settled down and made a start. That’s another job that isn’t going to be as easy as it might be either, due to all kinds of complicated reasons.<\/p>\n

For tea, I added a small tin of kidney beans and some tomato sauce to the left-over stuffing and had that with some pasta and veg. I’ve had nicer meals than that, I suppose.<\/p>\n

But one task that I had to undertake was to dismantle … “disPERSONtle” – ed<\/em> … the sink waste pipe as some paper that had slipped down there. That’s a messy job and I hate it, for not the least reason being that I have to empty the cupboard underneath and there’s far too much stuff in there as it is.<\/p>\n

So now I’ve written up my notes and done another little task that needed attention (more of which anon<\/em>) I’m going to have a little 10-minute relax and then go to bed. My Welsh weekend starts at 10:30 and I need to nip into town beforehand for a couple of things, like the mushrooms for the pizza.<\/p>\n

So what will my Welsh course bring me this weekend? And I hope that I’m in the mood to profit from it.<\/p>\n

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