Sunday 13th September 2015
Woke at 0615hrs: Full of memories of some of me dreams, the one I recalled best was of me in a frogman’s outfit that had cockroaches inside the helmet, I was at the bottom of the ocean, and a fish (fresh-water Carp like one) was trying to break into me helmet? Duncan Robertson, well his head anyway, was floating around and talking to the fish – no idea what he was saying like. For some reason I was searching I think, for me hearing aids on the bottom of the ocean? Duncan disappeared and returned with a note on a school easel and pointed it out to me, it said “Ferry on the way, don’t burnt your porridge?” Lots happened then but I can’t recall what exactly, only that I found myself on a bus driving along the sea-bed and Duncan was the bus conductor, and he hit me with his ticket machine and threw me off the bus without my frogman’s outfit, but handed me a sign printed ‘Help’ first, then started eating the cockroaches?
I got up and WC’d then made a cuppa and took me medications.
Laptop on and got into finishing yesterdays diary off and doing some graphic preparation work, and created the dream-scene above.
Then I put an advertisement on the Streetwise sight to sell me microwave cooker.
Got carried away and me tea went cold, made another and when I was in t’kitchen noticed a lady with her two dogs 13 floors below outside on the field.
This for some reason cheered me up, seeing the dogs tails wagging furiously and her giving them fuss and attention, so I took a photo of them with me Panasonic camera.
Not one of me best, but they were a long way away – that’s my excuse anyway I say. Hehe!
Still didn’t get me second cuppa though – Little Inchy was very sore and leaked a bit of blood again, so I went in t’bathroom and tended to him.
Not complaining at all though, me other ailments were all apparently giving me a rest this morning: The Ulcer was nae bother at all, the reflux valve had gone down nicely, the skin cancer wound was only itching a bit and no pain whatsoever, Arthur Itis was not bad at all, Anne Gyna was calm too. The hernia only gave me little twinges, and the bruise from me last Whoopsiedangleplop had all but disappeared, so only Little Inchy bothering me at the moment! Great! Add to this the being cheered up by seeing the woof-woofs so happy, I’m feeling very contented for once.
I sent a message to the local police about the many pavement Cyclists on the roads locally:
Made yet another cuppa and got on with this diary, then did some Facebooking, checked me emails and blogged.
Got me nosh going.
Did some Facebooking while it cooked the settled down to eat it.
Rated this one 8.8/10, very nice.
Beef pasty, red onions, garden peas, carrots, beetroot, roast parsnips cubed potatoes, red peppers marinated in Virgin oil and roast potatoes.
The usual tiredness came over me quickly. so I updated this diary to here, made a cuppa and took me medications.
Had a bath – falling asleep in it – Tsk!
Then got me head down – eventually nodding off.