Sunday 28th June 2015
Woke around 0400hrs, and noted bits of me last dream down to put in this diary later.
It was dark dank and damp this morning, but not cold with it.
Took a photo as I popped me head out of the door to see if any of the pigeons had come down for their breakfast like.
The noise in the distance was of emergency vehicle klaxon’s – sounded like there were a few of them nearby?
Had me cuppa and took me medications. The wound was stinging a bit this morning – the reminded me that I had to get the dressing off today, how I can get behind myself to reach the gigantic plaster I didn’t know like.
I think I’ll ask the GP nurse to remove it in the morning when I go for me INR Warfarin blood tests. Then she can check it out at the same time?
The rain is coming heavier now.
Got carried away with doing some graphics in Coreldraw and Corelpaint to use later.
Finished me “It’s Been a Funny Life – Part 4” off and posted it.
Then felt the warm wet glow from me little Inch location… oh dear… went up to the bathroom to check it out. Boy was it bleeding. Wot-a-mess! Took me ages to get it to stop, I was nearing the stage of calling for help when it slowed down – no wonder they can’t get me INR levels right is it? Huh! Must remember to get some more pads soon.
Made another cuppa, the last one went cold. Tsk!
Started this diary off. Then looked at me notes about the dream:
I was on a boat on the Thames and had a water-pistol that looked like a stun-gun and was trying to row near enough to the Houses of Parliament to squirt the water at it?
Suddenly there were loads of attacks on me from helicopters, a submarine appeared nearby and fired their deck gun at me, a hurricane fighter dived at me machine-gunning and firing rockets at me, divers appeared at the side of me boat with their guns out, an aircraft carrier appeared in the distance approaching me, snipers from the roof were firing at me… in the middle of all this an air-ambulance dropped down telling me that I’d missed an appointment at the clinic – the then started throwing loaded syringes at me?
None of the attacks hit me, they just bounced off the frogman’s suit I was wearing?
Norman Wisdom was suddenly at my side singing something or other, then led me down some steps under the boat… not sure what happened next, but I found myself in a giant cave with a stream running through it, with giant Centipedes, each playing several guitars at the same time?
I became aware that I was wearing me old TA denims.
Odd, even for me this one was…
Started doing some shredding and sorting.
Baked tatties with butter and Himalayan pink mountain salt, ham sandwich, bananas, and a mini-roll – followed my last tub of strawberry & vanilla ice-cream.
Rated it 7/10.