{"id":21754,"date":"2026-09-27T22:44:30","date_gmt":"2026-09-27T20:44:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lesguis.com\/wp\/?p=21754"},"modified":"2026-09-27T22:55:05","modified_gmt":"2026-09-27T20:55:05","slug":"live-sunday-27th-september-2026-now-thats-what","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lesguis.com\/wp\/?p=21754","title":{"rendered":"
LIVE: Sunday 27th September 2026 – NOW THAT’S WHAT … <\/div>"},"content":{"rendered":"

… I call a really decent Sunday Day of Rest.<\/p>\n

After I’d left the bed and sorted myself out in the bathroom, it was 11:48 according to the clock on the microwave when I went into the kitchen to start making my breakfast. I was probably out of bed at 11:25 or something like that.<\/p>\n

Considering that I hadn’t gone to bed until after midnight, when I was letting it all hang out. And before you ask, I’ve no idea how the night went because I can’t remember. I may have woken up two or three times during the night, but I can’t really remember if I did.<\/p>\n

One thing is certain, though, and that is that when Isabelle the Nurse opened the bedroom door, I awoke then. She took my medical card and swiped it through her machine so that she could receive payment from the Social Security. Then she sorted out my feet and legs, saying virtually nothing, and she dealt with my lower legs and feet.<\/p>\n

What happened next is rather unclear. What was clear was that it was about 11:10 when I clicked on the clock on my telephone, and I thought that at that moment, I’d better not let myself have any more sleep. Time to show a leg.<\/p>\n

As usual, it was another long story to try to stand up, but I eventually made it into the bathroom, and then into the kitchen to make my breakfast \u2013 porridge, black coffee, toast and grapefruit juice. And, of course, a pile of morning medication.<\/p>\n

While I was eating, I started to read some more of THE REPORT OF THE WOOLHOPE NATURALISTS CLUB 1870<\/a> but what they were discussing threatened to put me off my breakfast, so I looked for a suitable escape route.<\/p>\n

Sure enough, there was a passage that prompted me to go off and do some independent research, and somehow, I found myself, after following several other hints, reading up about the Savoia Marchetti SM79 bomber of the first part of the Second World War. I’m still not sure how I arrived there.<\/p>\n

Back in here, the first thing that I did was to listen to the dictaphone to find out what went on during the night.<\/p>\n

\nThere should have been something on here, but the moment I reached for the dictaphone, it all evaporated.<\/div>\n

This is becoming a far too frequent occurrence, and I shall have to take steps to deal with the matter before it becomes any more frequent.<\/p>\n

\nThere was something going on in the background. We were all living in Kent, working for a firm that made rope. We learnt to do them so well that the boss had given us a weekend away in a Volkswagen minibus. We thought that that was extremely nice of him. When we arrived at the cottage, it was in a really remote area. The first thing that we did was to send someone in to inspect it. He said that it was quite nice, so we all went in. We then talked about who was sharing which bedroom with who. We went upstairs to look at the bedrooms. They were very basic but looked very nice, and the bed looked very comfortable.<\/div>\n

The story about Kent has plenty of basis in fact. When she began to live with that family in London after her father abandoned her, my mother acquired three “great aunts”, relatives of her adopted parents. They were Dolly, Gertie and Mabel. One of them, Gertie, I think, lived in Birchington, and that was where my mother and her adopted parents were living when the Luftwaffe began to bomb Manston airfield, just across the road, in 1940.<\/p>\n

Dolly and Gertie lived in a small village called Hamstreet, near Ashford, in the middle of a row of four big old terraced houses.<\/p>\n

When we were small kids, we used to spend every summer down there, first at Auntie Gertie’s house until she died, and then with Dolly and Mabel and their two cats, “Pussycat” and “Kattapus”, until finally Mabel died in 1964. Our father would drive us down on the Friday night as soon as school broke up, all the way through Friday night and Saturday, drop us off, have a sleep for a few hours and then go back to Cheshire ready for work on the Monday. Then he’d take the last two weeks of August off, come down and join us and then take us home ready for work and school.<\/p>\n

In 2006, I went on a pilgrimage to visit all of the places that I knew in Kent from those days. The house in Birchington was actually up for sale, and that was very much a “get thee behind me, Satan” moment. Still, nostalgia ain’t what it used to be.<\/p>\n

After that, there was the football – Stranraer v East Kilbride in the League Cup. This was another end-to-end game that Stranraer eventually won by the odd goal out of seven, confounding the expensive team that East Kilbride have managed to assemble.<\/p>\n

After watching another depressing moment as Greenock Morton went down 2-0 to Inverness, I watched the rest of Trefynnon v Llansawel<\/p>\n

That was really a very poor match, but Llansawel, even though they were down to ten men after the thirty-fourth minute, played some very nice football, in contrast to Trefynnon’s “kick and rush” tactics. The match ended 1-1, only the third point for Trefynnon, but they were lucky to have that. Even with ten men, Llansawel had the ability to do much better than they did.<\/p>\n

Round about this moment, I crashed out, and when I awoke, I was really surprised to find that it was still light. Right at that moment, I didn’t have much of an idea where I was or what time it was, and I expected to find myself in bed in the dark during the night.<\/p>\n

That was the key to going to make bread. Another 850-gram sesame seed loaf. And it rose just like it ought to do and baked perfectly now that I have changed the times to eight minutes at 200\u00b0C and thirty-two minutes at 180\u00b0C. It makes a decent crust, baking it like that.<\/p>\n

As well as that, I had the slow cooker out. My friend used my slow cooker while he was here, and he was so impressed that he went out to buy one. Ever since then, he’s been sending me messages about what he’s made and how delicious it was.<\/p>\n

Consequently, while I was organising my bread, I began to make a lentil, mushroom and sweetcorn curry, and it’s now working away on “low”, with the hope that it will be ready tomorrow before I go to dialysis. Then I can bag it up for the base of several meals at points in the future, always assuming that my appetite comes back.<\/p>\n

Having dealt with the mountains of washing up, I came back in here to write up my notes. And now that they are finished, there are a few more things to do, and then I’ll be going to bed, later than I was hoping, but never mind. I can always sleep at dialysis if they leave me alone and don’t panic when they see me flaked out. <\/p>\n

But before I go, seeing as we have been talking about curry … "well, one of us has" – ed<\/em> … two guys in Canada were talking about the curries that they had recently eaten.
\nThe first one said "I was invited to a meal with a family of First Nation Canadians. It was a beaver curry."<\/em><\/strong>
\n"That sounds great"<\/em><\/strong> said the second one. "What was it like?"<\/em><\/strong>
\n"Just the same as a normal curry, but it was just a little ‘otter."<\/em><\/strong>
\nThe second one said "I went to that Indian restaurant at Snowden in Montreal, and I had a pelican curry."<\/em><\/strong>
\n"What was it like?"<\/em><\/strong>
\n"Very nice, but the bill was enormous."<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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