it was round about 08:00 when I eventually came to my senses (such as they are) and tried to organise myself. I had some medication to take and they actually allowed me to take a few sips of water with it.<\/p>\n
They wouldn’t let me change my clothes either. Apparently it’s better if I go in my pyjamas for this echograph.<\/p>\n
Once everything had settled down I found the match yesterday evening between Airbus UK Broughton and Trefelin for the Second Division cup. At least, I tried to. There were dozens of interruptions and it was “stop-start-stop-start” all through the game<\/p>\n
The first 20 or so minutes was a very cagey affair with no side really on top, but eventually Airbus began to impose themselves. Trefelin had a few decent spells too and looked quite dangerous at times with former professionals Lee Trundle and Shaun MacDonald orchestrating the team.<\/p>\n
However, despite Trefelin’s nice passing football, the overall quality of Airbus was enough to record an exciting 3-2 victory and win the cup.<\/p>\n
It must be said though that Trefelin’s habit of playing the ball out from the back at goal kicks almost led to tragedy on a couple of occasion and I’m glad that they abandoned it after an hour.<\/p>\n
Then there was Elgin City v Stranraer. The camera position was awful and you couldn’t see much which was just as well because Stranraer failed once more to turn up for the game. And they only had four substitutes, two of whom were youth players; The injury crisis at the club has grown to epic proportions and the painfully small squad is stretched to the limit.<\/p>\n
After the football I had a listen to the dictaphone. And there were tons of stuff on it again. John Entwistle was doing something with his music and ended up being captured by the enemy. Paul McCartney was also there and was aware of what was happening. He made some kind of song and it was not a very nice song, taking the mickey out of John Entwistle and it wasn’t a nice song at all. I was rather annoyed by this because what was happening to the prisoners of war at this time was not a pleasant situation<\/p>\n
It beats me where some of these dreams come from. I’ve no idea what might have triggered that.<\/p>\n
I was in my kitchen preparing some food ready to eat when my computer in the bedroom rang with a Social Media alarm. I dashed into there and it was Rosemary. I said to her “I’ll call you back in two minutes”. I went back into the kitchen, took some sandwiches, a yogurt and some other bits and pieces, piled them up on one of these flat rectangular trays that I have. Just as I was about to move I heard a noise in the bathroom and my cleaner came out. I said “hello” in surprise. She said “I was preparing some things and I heard the ‘phone go so I thought that I’d stay in here until after you’ve finished with it so I wouldn’t give you a shock. We had a laugh and a joke and I staggered back to the table with all my food. Rosemary was there and she was telling me about her landlord’s daughter, how she has this long hair that goes down so far that she can sit on it. She said that I would have to see her to understand how nice it is.<\/p>\n
What a dream that was. My cleaner and Rosemary figure prominently in my life these days – the only people with whom I’m in regular contact these days. But I couldn’t ever imagine Rosemary in rented accommodation.<\/p>\n
Later on in my dreams I had the alarm sonning – ringing – wo or three times like it did in real life. I was trying to find out what was the matter with it but I wasn’t able to be successful.<\/p>\n
It certainly wasn’t my alarm on the ‘phone because I’ve switched that off\/ And I really did say sonning<\/em>. I’m certainly living in French.<\/p>\n And then I was going to see my friend near Goodall’s Corner. I was going down Crewe Road out of town coming through Shavington and I was behind a bus, the C84, which of course doesn’t go through Shavington. When it came round the final bend near to where Jack Clifford lived he put his right-hand indicator on to pull into the kerb. I went to pass him on the outside but he cancelled the indicator so I stayed behind him and he carried on riving. He reached the bus stop and then he stopped and began to unload his passengers, one of whom was a girl about fifteen, well-built. I was sitting there behind the bus, fuming, thinking that if he hadn’t cancelled his indicator I would have been long past him and down the road a long way down this time.<\/p>\n The fact that I could remember in a dream that the C84 doesn’t go through Shavington is quite impressive. Nut one thing that strikes me is that everyone in this dream was driving on the left as on the mainland of Europe and North America.<\/p>\n Finally I was going with a friend of mine to the cinema. They let me in and there was a disabled person’s room place to watch the films. Of course it was right upstairs at the very top so it was a struggle to go there. When I arrived, it was full and I had to fight my way into a place which made me very unpopular. When that showing ended and everyone left, I was on my own. I suddenly found myself sitting on a bench outside. A woman and her daughter came along for a chat. The woman said something like “there’s some kind of derelict, broken-down English people “, something like that. I replied “and I’m not the Franklin Expedition either” because this woman was Canadian. We had a chat, talking about cats, saying that her daughter had a cat. The daughter had been looking at this lorry driver and saying how pretty he was. I told her the story about the girl and the cat that I have told before. Anyway she wandered off and another couple came and sat down and the talk about cats carried on. They had this huge white cat so I was stroking it and talking about my cats. We had four at the moment. The first couple came back, the mother and girl, the Canadian ones. The mother said 3i4ve just been to buy some knickers for my daughter, black and white ones. The woman with the cat shuddered. She said afterwards “I hate women talking about their children as though they were … and calling them ‘knickers’ especially black and white ones”. “Yes” I said “There’s nothing worse for a child’s self-esteem than something like that. A child’s self-esteem is most important”.<\/p>\n Even now I can still see the cinema – big, wide stairs with a plush red carpet. It’s also impressive that I remembered the story about my cat and the girl from school while I was asleep. But the thing about kids and self esteem – I actually do think that it’s important and it does annoy me, the way some people treat their offspring.<\/p>\n They came to pick me up for this echograph at, would you believe, 14:30. The examination revealed an obstruction in my stomach and I need to see a doctor without delay. I expected to see one this afternoon but I’m still waiting. I want to go home.<\/p>\n The blood test results came today too. My red blood count is down to 8.1, just above the critical limit. But they don’t seem to be concerned by that. It’ll certainly explain the issues that I’m having at the dialysis centre.<\/p>\n The food finally came at 15:30 – a bowl of soup and an apple pur\u00e9e. That was all, after thirty-one hours. According to the nurse I can only eat easily-digestible foods, and not so much of them either. Nevertheless, after much pleading, they brought me a small amount of bread.<\/p>\n That was all that I had for tea too. It’s a good job that my cleaner brought my spice bread from home. I craftily aye several slices of it while no-one was looking.<\/p>\n But seeing as we have been talking about Stranraer … "well, one of us has" – ed<\/em> … three Stranraer fans were praying in Church and God appeared unto them
\nOne fan asked God "when will Stranraer have a winning season?"<\/em><\/strong>
\nGod thinks for a moment and then says "in twenty years time"<\/em><\/strong>
\n "That’s no good"<\/em><\/strong> said the fan. "I’ll probably be dead by then"<\/em><\/strong>
\nThe next fan asked "when will Stranraer progress beyond the third round of the Scottish Cup?"<\/em><\/strong>
\nGod thinks for a moment and then says "in thirty years time"<\/em><\/strong>
\n"That’s no good"<\/em><\/strong> said the fan. "I’ll probably be dead by then"<\/em><\/strong>
\nThe third fan asked God "When will Stranraer win promotion to the third tier of Scottish football?"<\/em><\/strong>
\nGod thinks for a moment and then says "I’ll probably be dead by then"<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n
