Despite any amount of trying, I couldn’t go back to sleep afterwards. I lay there tossing and turning for about ninety minutes, but in the end, gave it up as a bad job and arose from the Dead.<\/p>\n
The first thing that I did was to listen to the dictaphone to find out where I’d been during the night. Not that there was much on there. There was something about being in the army last night. One of the officers was complaining about one of the Generals going on leave all the time for long periods. He called the General’s aide-de-camp in to discuss it with him. The aide-de-camp reminded him that Generals don’t have leave. They are sent on leave at the discretion of the leader of the army. There’s no official entitlement to it.<\/p>\n
This is another one of those dreams that is completely meaningless, as far as I am concerned.<\/p>\n
After a good wash, I waited for the nurse to turn up. He arrived bang on 06:30 as promised, and sorted out my legs and feet. He was still in a very good mood, which is very pleasant. Once he’d gone, I awaited the taxi, which arrived at 06:50.<\/p>\n
This morning’s driver was the young chatty guy, so we had a very long and interesting chat all the way to Rennes, a chat that included commentary on several other drivers, especially the one who pulled out right in front of us on the autoroute<\/em> at 130 kph and the other one who drove for about 50 km with only one rear light illuminated.<\/p>\n We were early arriving at Rennes, but even so, I had to wait until 09:00 or thereabouts to be plugged in.<\/p>\n Once more, I was devilishly tired but I didn’t manage to doze off today. I read a book until it was 10:10 and time to be unplugged.<\/p>\n The driver was waiting for me when I came out. It was another one of the more sociable drivers. He took me on a little sightseeing tour of Rennes on our way to another hospital to pick up a young girl for Avranches. It was another chatty drive on the way back.<\/p>\n It was about 12:30 when I arrived here, and my faithful cleaner helped me into the apartment. I was slightly more sprightly today than yesterday.<\/p>\n After she left, the first thing that I did was to send off my shopping order. I have to eat, even if I don’t feel much like it.<\/p>\n Second thing was to make breakfast. Since tea last night, all that I’d had up to now was one very small mouthful of water and I had a thirst that you could photograph. And having eaten, I crashed out, hunched over the kitchen table, for over half an hour.<\/p>\n My cleaner came in to do her stuff, and I carried on with the radio programme that I’d started last week, choosing the music that I hope to be playing<\/p>\n When the shopping order came in, I put everything away and then washed, diced and blanched the carrots and the broccoli ready for freezing.<\/p>\n But now, even though it’s really early, I’m going to go to bed. Chemotherapy is exhausting and I’m really feeling it tonight. I’m glad that I’ve not had any food, otherwise that would keep me awake for hours trying to digest it. I’ll probably be awake early tomorrow, but it doesn’t matter all that much.<\/p>\n But before I go, seeing as we have been talking about the car with one tail light … "well, one of us has" – ed<\/em> … at one point, we flagged it down to tell the driver, and he left his car to go to have a look.
\n"Blast it!"<\/em><\/strong> he shouted. "This is all that I need. It’s going to cost me a fortune, this is!"<\/em><\/strong>
\n"There’s no need to panic"<\/em><\/strong> said my driver. "It’s only a rear light."<\/em><\/strong>
\n"Never mind the bleeding light!"<\/em><\/strong> he stormed. "Where the hell has my flaming trailer gone?"<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n
