{"id":22045,"date":"2026-11-12T00:22:42","date_gmt":"2026-11-11T23:22:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lesguis.com\/wp\/?p=22045"},"modified":"2026-11-12T00:43:58","modified_gmt":"2026-11-11T23:43:58","slug":"live-wednesday-11th-november-2026-guess-who","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lesguis.com\/wp\/?p=22045","title":{"rendered":"
LIVE: Wednesday 11th November 2026 – GUESS WHO … <\/div>"},"content":{"rendered":"

… forgot to lock his front door last night?<\/p>\n

Well, to tell the truth, I didn’t actually forget. But when I rose up from the dining table after tea last night, I was so convinced that I’d already locked it that I didn’t bother to check. And it was the same when I suddenly remembered about the front door a couple of hours later.<\/p>\n

In fact, I’m still convinced even now that I’d locked it. But never mind. It’s too late to do anything about it<\/p>\n

It’s certainly locked for tonight \u2013 I’ve just been and done it \u2013 but it’s really small beer, particularly after what’s been happening to me today, more of which anon<\/em>.<\/p>\n

Let’s start off with last night and how late it was when I went to bed \u2013 something like 01:00 yet again, and that’s not going to keep me fit and healthy, especially if I have to wake up at 06:29 most mornings. But last night, I was asleep quite quickly and I really don’t remember waking up or moving around during the night.<\/p>\n

When the alarm went off, the first thing that I did was to check the time to make sure that it was a real time and not a phantom alarm. According to the clock, it was 06:29, so I accepted that as a real alarm and I prepared to leave the bed.<\/p>\n

\nWhen the alarm went off, I was living the last few moments of several people who boarded the ship and sailed to her doom. There was the Irish family who had booked on an earlier passage, but their grandfather was ill, so they had to wait an extra week, and they changed their tickets for those on the Titanic<\/em>. There was the rich woman with her trunks and suitcases. There were one or two members of the crew who figured in this. But just as it was starting to become exciting, the alarm rang.<\/div>\n

There’s no surprise that I was dreaming about the Titanic<\/em> last night. Yesterday, one of our classmates in our Welsh group was talking about his trip to Llandrillo yn Rhos and the smallest church in Wales. So after the lesson finished, I went for a virtual walk around the town.<\/p>\n

One of the places that I visited was the cemetery, and in there is the grave of Harold Lowe. He was one of the very few officer-survivors of the Titanic<\/em> disaster, and I ended up reading his biography before going to bed.<\/p>\n

After the second alarm went off at 06:34, I tried my best to rise up, but it was without success for a terribly long time. The first thing that I did when I was finally on my feet was to go off to unlock the front door, but as I said earlier, it was a total waste of time.<\/p>\n

In the bathroom, I tried my best to organise myself for the day, but that was a hopeless endeavour too. My head definitely wasn’t in the right place this morning.<\/p>\n

Eventually, I managed to make it back in here when I began to go through the morning routine and check what I would usually check and back up what I would also usually back up.<\/p>\n

In the middle of all of this, the nurse arrived to do his daily job. He was later than usual, but that’s no problem. He sorted out my legs and feet, and then I put on my compression socks. While he was there, we were talking about football again, but we didn’t get very far before he had to leave. <\/p>\n

While we’d been talking, I’d also been thinking about having visitors and what I’d need to make them comfortable, so I think that we’ll start off by cleaning the living room completely. I’ve no idea of when, though.<\/p>\n

After he left, I made breakfast, and while I was eating, I read some more of THE REPORT OF THE WOOLHOPE NATURALISTS CLUB 1867<\/a>.<\/p>\n

Well, actually not, because I was still following up on the discoveries yesterday and researching the animals involved. There’s a lot about these dinosaurs that I don’t know and which I ought to know.<\/p>\n

Back in here, I carried on with the little tasks on the computer and then, when they were all completed, I began to look at the radio programme that needed finishing. That’s all done now too except for the joining track, but that’s been chosen and the notes written, so when the next lot of dictation sets in, I’ll dictate it, and we’ll be all ready to go when the record and the notes are merged in.<\/p>\n

At this point, Rosemary telephoned me, so we had a good chat about how things are going on. I was thinking that seeing as we haven’t spoken for a year or so, we’ll be due for a marathon chatting session, but it turned out to be one of our shortest, at fifty-three minutes. We’re definitely losing our touch these days.<\/p>\n

This was the cue for me to go for my disgusting drink and midday medication, not that I particularly wanted to but I suppose that I should. And afterwards, I came back in here to start on editing the notes for another radio programme.<\/p>\n

The next one will be controversial. It’s the anniversary of a living person who had his fingers in many pies relating to the rock music world, and how they all came back to bite him round about the same time. The French laws on slander and libel are different from the UK’s, so I needed to be very careful about what I write and even more careful when I come to edit them. <\/p>\n

But they are now all edited, the joining track has been chosen and the text written ready for dictating next time I’m doing some recording, which I hope might be on Friday.<\/p>\n

There wasn’t time to do much else afterwards, and that’s my own fault because I fell asleep for about 45 minutes during the afternoon.<\/p>\n

And this is what’s getting on my wick as well \u2013 that I can’t stay awake. For the first couple of nights after dialysis, I’m not usually much good for anything, but this situation of dropping off to sleep for just 5 seconds or even less, then having these dramatic awakenings, I can’t keep on going like this.<\/p>\n

Editing the rest of these notes took me up until tea time. I wasn’t sure what to have for tea, so I asked my chatbot to find a good recipe for what to do with two hundred grammes of mushrooms, and he came back with a recipe for Mushroom Stroganoff. The last time that I had one of these, it looked as if it had been eaten prior to my arrival by someone with a very disturbed stomach, so it had put me off them ever since then. <\/p>\n

But never mind \u2013 I cooked it, and it didn’t seem to be too bad. There was more than enough for one person and not enough for two, so I froze what was left over and I’ll add something later to lengthen it. For pudding, I had the leftovers from the pot of yoghurt that I’d used, and I whisked up some apricot jam into it.<\/p>\n

On my way back to the bedroom to write my notes, I made a stop at the usual place, and that was a mistake. It was 21:16 when I went in and 22:04 when I awoke. I was totally disorientated for a while, and I’m still struggling now. I’m typing all sorts of nonsense when I’m having one of these little attacks, and when I pull myself together and read what I’ve written, I have to delete most of it and start again.<\/p>\n

So now that my notes are completed, with all of the great difficulty that I mentioned just now, I’m off to bed. I have dialysis tomorrow, and I really don’t want to go at all. So goodnight, everybody.<\/p>\n

But before I go, seeing as we have been talking about riding the porcelain horse for quite a while … "well, one of us has" – ed<\/em> … little Johnny from Crewe had also been riding the porcelain horse for far too long, so his mother goes to see what he’s doing.
\nHe’s still sitting there, but every few minutes, he slaps the top of his head really hard three or four times.
\n"Are you OK, Johnny?"<\/em><\/strong> asks his mother.
\n"Yes mum"<\/em><\/strong> Johnny replies "but I’ve not managed to do anything just yet."<\/em><\/strong>
\n"OK, Johnny. Stay there a little longer"<\/em><\/strong> says his mum "But why on earth are you slapping yourself on the head like that?"<\/em><\/strong>
\n"Well, it works for our tomato ketchup."<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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