{"id":21066,"date":"2026-04-25T16:36:50","date_gmt":"2026-04-25T16:36:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lesguis.com\/wp\/?p=21066"},"modified":"2026-04-26T11:55:08","modified_gmt":"2026-04-26T11:55:08","slug":"saturday-25th-april-2026-although-its-only","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lesguis.com\/wp\/?p=21066","title":{"rendered":"
Saturday 25th April 2026 – I AM BEGINNING … <\/div>"},"content":{"rendered":"

… to feel a little better today, especially this afternoon when I began to feel something more like human.<\/p>\n

Mind you, anything is bound to be an improvement after the events of Friday. Let’s just say that a fibreoscopy is one of those things added to my list of “never a second time” – such as a ponction thoracique<\/em> and a biopsie musculaire<\/em>. In fact, when I look at the tortures through which I have been put since I fell ill in 2015, I’m amazed that I’m still here, fighting on.<\/p>\n

Yesterday put the tin hat on it all. I’d slept almost all the afternoon and being totally unable to function when I awoke at 18:00, I simply did the barest minimum of what needed doing, wrote yet another terse note as my blog entry and then crawled under the covers.<\/p>\n

And I slept too. Out like a light for I don’t know how many hours, but when I did awake, the electric water heater was on, so it was certainly after midnight. At some point, I had to leave the bed, and when I checked, it was 04:45. When I’d done what I needed to do, I went back to bed and, to my relief, back to sleep.<\/p>\n

The alarm sounded as usual at 06:29 and it took me an age to leave the bed. It really did, and I was so late going for my medication that there was just enough time for a mouthful of orange juice to wash it all down. Back in here, I had a listen to the dictaphone to find out where I’d been during the night.<\/p>\n

\nThere was something about being in a rock group last night, and all of our equipment was on a cart being pulled by a donkey. However, the donkey escaped and we all had to go to look for it. Eventually, someone found it and brought it back. Nevertheless, it tried to escape again, and we then worked out that, for some reason, this donkey hated to be called a donkey – it preferred being called by some other names, so we had to think of a few names and try them out on the donkey. Once we found one, with which the donkey agreed, we could then proceed. However, we had then to be very careful not to call the animal a donkey.<\/div>\n

It beats me where this idea of transporting our equipment on a donkey-drawn cart fits in, but regular readers of this rubbish will recall that Greece has figured quite a lot in some of our dreams just recently. This is the only connection that I can see.<\/p>\n

However, I’m not sure whether I’ve talked about this “self-identify crisis” recently … "yes you have" – ed<\/em> … with people being allowed to identify as “trans”, “cis” (whatever that is), “asexual”, “furry” and all of a thousand other things. I couldn’t care less if a man wants to wear a dress and wear make-up or whether a woman wants to walk out in a catsuit. We are supposed to “take their feelings into consideration”, which is all very well and no-one is going to argue with that, but who takes into consideration the feelings of women who want a safe space free from masculine intrusion? <\/p>\n

It reminds me of one of my passengers on the taxis, a guy called Booth, who totally cleared the ladies’ public toilets of the Royal Hotel in Crewe when some action that he took whilst in there revealed him to be a man. He was subsequently fined quite heavily for a “public order offence”.<\/p>\n

And, of course, now we have our donkey wishing to self-identify as something else.<\/p>\n

The nurse came as usual, but he didn’t seem to be very interested in the events of yesterday. We had a little chat as he sorted out my feet, and then he left.<\/p>\n

Once he’d gone out of the door, I made breakfast, but I couldn’t get my head around THE CELT, THE ROMAN AND THE SAXON<\/a> by Thomas Wright, so I left it for a better day when I’d be feeling much more like it.<\/p>\n

After I’d had a little doze at the breakfast table, I came back in here to attend to a few things and then to write up my notes from yesterday. They are all now online, and I could concentrate on the next part of the day, which was the football.<\/p>\n

It was the first match of the “also rans” in their attempt to qualify for the one remaining European place, so we had Colwyn Bay at home to Penybont. Colwyn Bay haven’t won for the last three games, whereas Penybont haven’t won since \u2013 I think \u2013 November, except for a squalid and depressing 1-0 win against bottom club Llanelli.<\/p>\n

The game was as poor as it could have been, with a couple of rather inept attacks huffing and puffing but failing to blow the house down of some rather average defences. The number of good chances in this game could be counted on the fingers of one hand. It inevitably went to a penalty shoot-out, where, surprisingly, Penybont won 4-2.<\/p>\n

Let’s hope that the other match on Sunday late afternoon between Y Barri and Hwlffordd is much better than this one was.<\/p>\n

Once the game was over, I worked upon the radio programme for a while, finishing off the selection of the music, reformatting, remixing and re-editing all of the songs, and then pairing and segueing them. I’ll write the notes some other time. <\/p>\n

Another thing that I did was my Welsh homework, but by 18:30, I’d run out of steam yet again so I abandoned everything and climbed into bed, and that was that. Who said anything about “beginning to feel a little better”?<\/p>\n

But before I go, seeing as we have been talking about self-identifying … "well, one of us has" – ed<\/em> … someone once came downstairs to announce to his parents that he wished to self-identify as a cat.
\nA few hours later, he came downstairs at teatime but couldn’t see his meal on the table.
\n"Where’s my tea?"<\/em><\/strong> he asked
\n"Over there, on the floor by the sink in the silver bowl,"<\/em><\/strong> said his father. "And by the way, wear something warm under your catsuit because, at 23:00 when we go to bed, we’ll be putting you outside with all of the other cats."<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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