{"id":21867,"date":"2026-10-14T23:49:07","date_gmt":"2026-10-14T21:49:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lesguis.com\/wp\/?p=21867"},"modified":"2026-10-15T00:09:29","modified_gmt":"2026-10-14T22:09:29","slug":"live-wednesday-14th-october-2026-i-have-just","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lesguis.com\/wp\/?p=21867","title":{"rendered":"
LIVE: Wednesday 14th October 2026 – I HAVE JUST … <\/div>"},"content":{"rendered":"

… woken up after finding myself asleep on the porcelain horse.<\/p>\n

And judging by the time, I’d been asleep for almost an hour too. And had it not been for a phantom doorbell ringing at what I thought was the front door but was probably somewhere in the back of my head, I’d probably still be asleep now.<\/p>\n

What was worse was that I didn’t remember anything at all about feeling tired, and so waking up like that took me completely by surprise. I had no idea where I was … "nothing new there" – ed<\/em> … and for a moment I thought that I was in bed and it was time to get up. And then I didn’t remember hearing the alarm to wake me up, so I wondered what time it was. That’s how much I was disorientated by everything.<\/p>\n

So now, I’m going to start to type up my notes, and we’ll see how far we get before I crash out again.<\/p>\n

All I can say is that it’s a good job that I’m no longer driving. Imagine the outcome if I’d been behind a steering wheel.<\/p>\n

Anyway, retournons \u00e0 mos moutons<\/em> as they say around here.<\/p>\n

For a start, I’m in a much better humour than I was after my outburst last night, which is good news, even if today has been a disappointment as far as work and everything else goes. It wasn’t helped, what with one thing and another, by going to bed at 00:30 this morning, and even less so by being awake at 02:19 (I checked the time). <\/p>\n

Whether I went back to sleep afterwards or not, I really don’t know, but it can’t have been for long and I was definitely awake when the alarm went off at 06:29.<\/p>\n

As you might expect, it took even longer for me to find my way to my feet this morning, and it really was a weary me who dragged himself to the front door to unlock it ready for the nurse when he comes. But then I realised that he wasn’t going to come this morning because I had my early morning appointment at the hospital and the taxi will be here before he will.<\/p>\n

And so I dragged myself into the bathroom to sort myself out for the day, and then came back in here to listen to the dictaphone to find out where I’d been during the night.<\/p>\n

\nThere had been some kind of party and we had been to it with the children from our family and a few of our friends. We managed to have some kind of CD player working for the songs. When it came to pack up, there was an awful mess everywhere. We had so many things out, and all wires, cables and cassettes, CDs and all kinds of stuff that was lying around. I looked at it and I was in despair when I saw how much there was to do, but we made a start anyway. The first thing was to separate people’s belongings from other people’s belongings. We did that, and then there was this huge pile of stuff that was from Stoke-on-Trent somewhere, and we didn’t know where to begin with this. In the end, a couple of the girls brought it out, and I was surprised to see that they had brought almost all of it out. The first thing was to sort through the documents, paperwork, the dominos and things like that, and throw away what we didn’t want and keep what we wanted. We began to do that. This enabled us to separate a lot of the stuff that was all tangled up and knotted up. Having seen what this place was like before we tackled this pile of stuff, I was feeling a little bit more optimistic, although there were still several other piles of stuff to go through as well.<\/div>\n

Whatever was going on in that dream, I can’t see any relevance to anything that has happened just recently. The reference to the two girls could be a reference to Alison and Jackie, who helped me move down here last August, and the huge tangle of wires would easily relate to the pile of wires and cables that I have lying around here.<\/p>\n

And for some reason, when I recall this dream, an image of that apartment over the shop in Nantwich Road where an old schoolfriend and I lodged for a short while in the mid-seventies springs immediately to view in the back of my mind, but that’s about it. <\/p>\n

Round about 08:00 I went to sit in the kitchen while I waited for the taxi, and it turned up bang on time at 08:15. The driver drove me to the hospital, and when we arrived, she went to find a wheelchair for me. I know that I said that I won’t ever go in a wheelchair and that my autonomy is important to me, but the scanners are miles down the corridor and at that time of the morning, the drivers are usually very busy and don’t have the time to wait for me to walk there.<\/p>\n

When I arrived at the scan department, I had to wait a few minutes, and then they put me through the machine. It was one of those Austin Powers time tunnel things made by one of my former employers, General Electric, and you have to breathe in, hold your breath and breathe out in accordance with the voice in the machine. And what they did seemed to be exactly the same as they had done a couple of months ago, so I’m not sure why they did it this time.<\/p>\n

When it was finished, I had to wait fifteen minutes for the taxi. I suppose that I’ll have the results in due course. It was the same girl who had driven me. Back here, my faithful cleaner was out on her rounds dealing with some of her other elderly and infirm clients, so the driver helped me back to the apartment, which was nice of her.<\/p>\n

Back in here, I could at last make my breakfast, albeit about an hour later than usual, and while I was eating, I was reading some more of THE REPORT OF THE WOOLHOPE NATURALISTS CLUB 1870<\/a>. <\/p>\n

Today, our author is talking about the Pulpit Oak at Upton, and he refers to the collection of poems known as “Hesperides”, written by Robert Herrick and published in 1648. He quotes a line from one of Herrick’s … gulp … 1200 or so poems which says \u2013
\n"\u2014Dearest, bury me
\nUnder that holy oke, or Gospel tree;
\nWhere, though thou see\u2019st not, thou may\u2019st think upon
\nMe, when thou yeerly go\u2019st Procession."<\/em><\/strong>
\nAnd reminds us that "But surely such a request could only have been properly asked of some gay young member of that office which has descended from remote antiquity\u2014the parish beadle."<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

All of the author’s recent writing makes me wonder what on earth is going on in Herefordshire in 1870 and 1871.<\/p>\n

No sooner had I finished breakfast when there was a knock on the door. One of my neighbours had come along for a chat. We spent about an hour chatting about nothing specific – just the events in the building and in the locality over the summer. It’s not like me to be sociable, as regular readers of this rubbish will recall, but I do have to make an effort, especially as everyone in this building is so friendly.<\/p>\n

After he left, it was the turn of my faithful cleaner to stick her head in the door to make sure that I was back safely, so I reassured her.<\/p>\n

Round about now, it was the time for my disgusting drink and midday medication, so I sorted that out and then came back in here to start work \u2013 at long last.<\/p>\n

However, there was football on the internet. Last night, Stranraer had been playing Kilmarnock’s B team in the Scottish League Cup.<\/p>\n

The result was 3-3, which meant, when the results of the previous rounds were taken into consideration, Stranraer were eliminated. <\/p>\n

My interest was, however, in Kilmarnock’s centre forward, Ieuan Owen. Regular readers of this rubbish will recall that last season, he was playing for Y Barri in the Welsh Premier League where he and Ollie Hulbert were tearing the opposition defences to shreds with their lightning pace. I was interested to see how he was getting on at Kilmarnock, and there he was, still producing these devastating runs that outpace just about everyone, and he scored Killie’s first goal last night.<\/p>\n

With all of that out of the way, I could now get on with work, but by the end of the afternoon, I hadn’t done anything like as much as I had wanted. I was hoping to have all of the music chosen, reformatted, re-edited, paired and segued by this evening so I could start to write up the notes tomorrow, but to date, there are only about nine out of the ten chosen as yet, and none of them are paired and segued. <\/p>\n

As I have said before … "and on many occasions too" – ed<\/em> … these last few days have just been one big disappointment.<\/p>\n

So eventually, the clock came round to 19:00 and I stopped to make tea. Tonight, it was a taco roll filled with the other pack of that spicy tomato and kidney bean sauce stuff that I found in the freezer a week or two back. And it was just as delightful as the other pack was when I tried that. I wish that I could remember what was in it, or maybe it was something that my friend made when he was here just now.<\/p>\n

And afterwards, I had some pineapple chunks with some home-made chocolate ice cream that I’d made a few months back and had forgotten about. That was nice too.<\/p>\n

Tomorrow, I might try one of the curries that I made a couple of weeks ago. That should be nice too.<\/p>\n

What else that seems to be nice is that I’m back eating regularly again, at long last. Still no lunch, though, but a cooked meal at night is as important as my breakfast, even if I can’t find much to tempt me.<\/p>\n

But all of that is tomorrow. After tea, that was when I seem to think that I went for a ride on the porcelain horse and fell asleep. But honestly, I really can’t remember. But now, late as it is, I’m off to bed when I’ve finished what needs to be done. It’s dialysis tomorrow, so don’t expect much sense out of me tomorrow night.<\/p>\n

But before I go, seeing as we have been talking about curry … "well, one of us has" – ed<\/em> … someone walked through the doorway of a building and asked "can I have a chicken tikka masala with rice, please?"<\/em><\/strong>
\nThe woman behind the counter replies "but this is a library, sir."<\/em><\/strong>
\n"I’m terribly sorry. Can I have a chicken tikka masala with rice, please?"<\/em><\/strong> he whispers.<\/p>\n

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