This is another one of those dreams about which I remember absolutely nothing at all. However, I can say that these hospital issues are really getting to me these days, that’s for sure. <\/p>\n
Finally, I was back living at home. Looking through the newspaper I saw a room to let with shower. I rang up about it and a very polite young Afro-Caribbean voice answered and gave me some information. I asked where it was and he replied that it was in Tiananmen Square in Crewe. I’d heard vaguely of that at one time and thought that it was near Bedford Street but he told me that it wasn’t so I set out to go to look at it. My car wasn’t outside the house. I suddenly realised that I’d left it in Bedford Street in a car park there. I had to walk to Bedford Street and walked into the car park where there was my old white Luton Transit that was parked in the car park. I climbed into that and to my surprise it started so I set off to go to look at this flat. <\/p>\n
Wherever Tiananmen Square might be in Crewe, I really have no idea. It’s certainly not near Bedford Street. And there’s no car park there either<\/p>\n
The nurse turned up, early as usual. He didn’t have anything to say for himself which was just as well because for some reason or other I was spoiling for a fight. I’ve no idea why, because nothing had happened to trigger off anything.<\/p>\n
So after he left, I made breakfast and read some more of MY BOOK<\/a>. We’re still at Norham, discussing the civilian architecture of the castle and mentioning the odd tower and curtain wall here and there in terms that I find difficult to understand.<\/p>\n But one thing is certain, and that is that we aren’t explaining anything about the whys and wherefores of the military features of the castle.<\/p>\n After breakfast I hung out the washing in the living room and opened the window seeing as it was such a lovely day, in the hope that it would soon dry.<\/p>\n Back in here I drafted a few advertisements about the work that I need doing, having split it up into individual tasks, and then posted it on this Chamber of Commerce website. And within no time at all I was swamped … "well, sort of" – ed<\/em> … with replies and before I left for dialysis I’d already spoken to a few and arranged appointments.<\/p>\n When my cleaner turned up, she fitted my anaesthetic patches and sorted out a few things ready for my taxi to turn up. It was one of my favourite drivers, the Belgian girl with twins in the first year of High School across the car park. We picked up our usual Saturday afternoon passenger and we had a lovely chat all the way to Avranches.<\/p>\n We were early arriving at the centre but so was everyone else and I was last to be seen, as usual. There was a problem with someone’s connection so for quite a while all of the nurses were congregated around his bed.<\/p>\n There’s one of the nurses there who is not quite so attentive as the others, so guess who I had. At first she tried to run my machine for four hours, and I had to explain to her, and not once either, that she’s not deducted the 700 grammes for my shoes. It took a while for her to grasp the issue, recalculate the figures and switch the machine to three and a half hours.<\/p>\n And then she had three painful goes at coupling me up to the machine. so once again, all in all, it took one hour from my arrival to the start of the process.<\/p>\n My machine was misbehaving all the way through the session, and then once more, right at the end I had to wait an age to be uncoupled from the machine. I was thoroughly fed up by all of this.<\/p>\n It was the same taxi driver who brought me home which was nice. We had another interesting chat. And then my cleaner was waiting for me to watch me up the stairs.<\/p>\n Tea was a breaded quorn fillet, and I notice that I’m running low of those. I shall have to think of a Plan B.<\/p>\n But not right now because I’m going to dictate my radio notes and then go to bed, in hope of a decent sleep.<\/p>\n But seeing as we have been talking about dancing … "well, one of us has" – ed<\/em> … I once went to one of these Country Dances in the local village hall, and I was so impressed. Everyone was leaping up and down and around quite energetically like some kind of Jitterbug Competition from the 1920s or like something out of HELLZAPOPPIN’<\/a>
\nFinding a local standing around idly watching the show, I expressed my amazement.
\n"Don’t worry"<\/em><\/strong> said the local – a very vocal local yokel. "It won’t last long"<\/em><\/strong>
\n"Really?"<\/em><\/strong> I asked. "Why’s that?"<\/em><\/strong>
\n"They’ve sent for the caretaker"<\/em><\/strong> he replied. "He’ll soon turn off the underfloor heating."<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n
