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Monday 8th June 2026 – I’M COMPLETELY FED UP … <\/div>"},"content":{"rendered":"

… with all of this. Who in their right minds would put two experienced nurses of a good length of service into a ward with just six people and two inexperienced nurses (one who started here on 1st January and the other on 1st May) together in a ward full of eight people?<\/p>\n

And guess where I was!<\/p>\n

It totally defies description that the staffing organisation in a place like this could be so totally chaotic. I really felt sorry for the two girls being so snowed under like this. It’s true that the two experienced nurses came into our ward near the end and helped them tidy up, but by then, it was far too late to do any good.<\/p>\n

Just like last night, really. By the time that I climbed into bed, it was too late for me to have the kind of sleep that would do any good, especially after the early morning on Sunday.<\/p>\n

\nHowever, I’d only been in bed for five minutes when I began to dream about some home improvements I wanted to do. There was someone, a British guy, doing some work on a place up the road so I went to see him about coming along to do some work for me. He didn’t say very much, but after a while, what he said was that he would give me some of his tools to carry down to my house so that they were there when he came. He gave me what looked like an enormous professional mastic gun that ran off the mains and was on two wheels, and somehow, I had to take this home. He unplugged the machine from the wall and then we came to a huge cable drum with three or four different cables on it that you wound in. It was divided into four or so compartments. He had the white power lead, and there was a splitter in the middle of it, so he unplugged the lead that was in the splitter and worked his way round, winding this cable off the cable drum until eventually they were both free. But there was a box in the middle of this white cable so he opened it up and took a battery out. It looked like a PP3 to me, so I asked him what sort of battery it was, and he replied that it was a PP2, which was one that I hadn’t heard of. I didn’t say anything \u2013 I just took the cable as best as I could and there was no battery in that box now so I had to find a PP2 battery from somewhere to make it work, and I was making myself ready to push it on down to my house.<\/div>\n

This must be something to do with the guy who rang me on Sunday. He was telling me about all of the improvements that he had made to his property.<\/p>\n

The battery issue presumably relates to my friend who was just here for a while. “Batteries” was quite a topic of discussion.<\/p>\n

At that point, I awoke dramatically, but only for a moment and I was soon back to sleep.<\/p>\n

The next time that I awoke, the day was just starting to dawn. But even though I was contemplating leaving the bed at one point, I must have gone quickly back to sleep because when the alarm went off, it awoke me.<\/p>\n

Once I was dressed, I slid over to the computer and began to start work. The first task was to see where I’d been during the night.<\/p>\n

\nSeren made another appearance last night. We were in North Africa, somewhere in a desert condition where there was a town. For some reason, we were walking around on the edge of town and I noticed that these cars were driving along this straight road but suddenly moved to the left and back to the right again, so we went over to find out why. There was no apparent reason except for a hollow in the ground, so Seren began to dig in this hole and she came upon a metal box. She picked up the metal box and we went back to our hotel. We couldn’t open the box, but it looked quite old so we rang a local museum, which came to look at it. They took it away and gave us a receipt. It turned out that it was a treasure from some sheikh from some hundreds, if not thousands, of years ago. They offered her 100,000 dirhams for it, but she said that maybe it might be worth a bit more if they looked more at it. In the end, she settled for 900,000 dirhams. <\/div>\n

This dream relates to the guided tour that I was giving around Chester the other day and the story of the Roman amphitheatre that had my visitors so enthralled. <\/p>\n

And by the way, 900,000 Moroccan dirhams is worth about \u20ac85,000 and never mind the treasure \u2013 I would sell my own grandmother for that amount of folding stuff.<\/p>\n

\nFor some reason, we were living in a three-bedroom detached house with an integral garage, quite modern. And with the story of this treasure, I had to take it to the museum but Seren was ill. But we moved suddenly in this dream to a hotel that also had an integral one-car garage so I left Seren in there with instructions not to open the door to anyone. If she needed anything, ask the receptionist in the hotel, and I went off. It wasn’t to the museum, it was to the police and they wanted to know more about finding this box. They said that a group of criminals was eager to lay their hands on it. He showed me a photo of the man who was said to be their ringleader. I recognised him immediately as someone who had seen us dig it up, so he sent orders out to someone to do something. He then switched back to French and said that it’s quite possible that this box is going to end up being more valuable than I might think. So I left there and went back to the hotel to find that Seren had gone. At that point, I had a ‘phone call saying that it’s one million dirhams to have her back. And then the ‘phone was cut.<\/div>\n

Yes, I’ve given those kinds of instructions out to some people before. And the house was just like a house that Nerina and I once saw with a view to buying if only we could have sold ours quickly.<\/p>\n

But this dream is starting to sound too much like the plot to CARRY ON SPYING<\/a> for my liking.<\/p>\n

\nIncidentally, throughout these pages, you’ll see links to Amazon products appearing every now and again. Being a Sales Associate of Amazon, I receive a small commission on goods sold via<\/em> my links. It costs you nothing at all extra, but helps defray … "part of the" – ed<\/em> … cost of my not-insubstantial web-hosting fees. <\/p>\n

There are also links for AMAZON UK<\/a>, AMAZON USA<\/a> and, since the recent “troubles”, AMAZON CANADA<\/a> for the use of my numerous Canadian visitors. As I have said before … "and on many occasions too" – ed<\/em> … I am extremely grateful when someone uses them to make a purchase.\n<\/div>\n

\nWhat made me go to the police was that there was a message on this box inscribed in runes. And whilst I can read some runes, I can’t read the rest but I did know that the Norse never came this far south so I assumed that it had been stolen from somewhere and brought and hidden in the desert.<\/div>\n

And this part relates to the book that I’m reading right now. They’ve discovered a spearhead and when they x-rayed it, they saw a mark on it that, to some, resembled a rune and to others, no, it didn’t.<\/p>\n

\nAt some point, a man and a few of his sidekicks turned up. They asked me how I could live with the recent election results but not live without Seren. It suddenly became clear what was going on. This man was a Bedouin and all the time that he was talking to me, he was combing his hair. And then, when he had finished, he sent one of his sidekicks off to fetch him another comb. He had really thick bushy hair and a bushy moustache and beard but I hadn’t seen him before.<\/div>\n

The beard and moustache remind me of my friend, but my caller was much more like the Fat Man in the above-mentioned film.<\/p>\n

So, not just going back into the same dream once more, but three times more. Is this a record for stepping back into dreams?<\/p>\n

And did I succeed in rescuing Seren? Tune in next time, people, same time, same place.<\/p>\n

The nurse turned up as usual, even more cheerful than yesterday. Still, he’s off on his week’s break tonight and it’s Isabelle the Nurse starting tomorrow. He was in chat mode, talking about the commerces in Granville. After he left, I made breakfast and read some more of Vera Evison’s book AN ANGLO-SAXON CEMETERY AT HOLBOROUGH, KENT<\/a>\twhile I was eating. <\/p>\n

And I had to laugh, although I know that I shouldn’t. Someone broke into their workshed and stole some tools and a couple of artefacts. She was quite indignant, but what is she doing in the graves that they are exposing? A well-known phrase involving a pot and a kettle springs to my mind.<\/p>\n

Back in here, I carried on adding products to MY AMAZON STORE<\/a> for a while. And then I went to make myself look pretty for Emilie the Cute Consultant.<\/p>\n

My faithful cleaner sorted out my anaesthetic, and then, the taxi was early for me. And believe it or not, it was a Mercedes-Benz. Apparently, my taxi company had taken over this one at the start of the month, and it’s a bit more upmarket than what we are used to.<\/p>\n

It was pouring with rain outside and I had to find my raincoat.<\/p>\n

Our driver had to go via<\/em> Sartilly to pick up our usual Monday partner, and then we set off for the dialysis centre. <\/p>\n

The driver threw me out at 13:35 and due to the chaos in our room, I wasn’t plugged in until exactly an hour later as the two girls struggled against the odds. And when they did, it hurt like hell and it’s still hurting now. <\/p>\n

Once I was up and running, I was able to do some work until the doctor on duty came to see me. No prizes for guessing who. That’s right, Emilie the Cute Consultant. She asked me how I was, and I told her that the pain in my foot had started up again, and in spades too. So she wrote a prescription basically telling me to double the dose of the painkillers.<\/p>\n

That was exactly what I was afraid of, right at the very beginning, but it’s too late to back out now. At least, she was cheerful and smiling about it.<\/p>\n

At the end of the session, we had exactly the reverse procedure, and so although I’d finished at 18:05, it was 17:55 when I returned home. At least the driver was waiting for me, and he’d been waiting quite a bit too.<\/p>\n

There was a howling gale outside now, so he dropped me off at the back of the building where my faithful cleaner was waiting. She helped me in and settled me down.<\/p>\n

After she left, I had the half-pizza from Sunday, and now, late as it may be, I’m off to bed. Welsh in the morning so I want to be on form.<\/p>\n

But before I go, seeing as we have been talking about being in the desert … "well, one of us has" – ed<\/em> … I told a friend that I’d once taken Nerina to the North African desert.
\n"And what happened?"<\/em><\/strong> he asked
\n"I came back with nine camels and fifteen goats."<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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