and at the end of the day....it's time for bed...five more shifts then another weekend off...      At this time(01:33) three new pictures, created on the Nexus, are printed.



 

Its 10:41 now about to have a bath, on back-shift(15:00/24:00) this afternoon and the rest of the week, just checked ess(work timesheet) and I'm off this coming week-end, then on 12 hour nightshift next week...finishing Saturday 10th at 06:30 to start my holiday... some enquiries to letting agents in Spain, and an email to Sheila,...
     Last night another extended dream this time a gathering of musician's in an old house in England/Spain lots of guitarist's, musico's all milling chatting bonding, drink and a kind of party...at one point someone suggests I've misplaced some money and pointedly gives me £3.50 in change...later this is given to someone else to much some much needed but forgotten piece of equipment...seems to last a long week-end...

     

       so...just awake (on my 5th nightshift at 21:50, nearly time to go...) and this evening had a dream which conflated my stay at 9/11 the Avenue with some elements of The Misfits...after climbing up through the house, a four story Georgian residence in Kilburn, London; I find a group of people standing outside a flat, looks like and over-spill from a party, beyond this group a flat door is open and a  young woman curvy, dressed in a house-coat, is walking into her flat. I say something and we start to talk. The flat is, (for the avenue)  quite big, at least five rooms, we talk and she invites me in. After more conversation while I'm thinking should  invite her to my flat for a meal at some point, then a big thing about address's and telephone numbers...getting them set down..at one point she's sitting on a sofa and (leaning back)her house-coat has slipped revealing and stomach and crotch. She makes it very apparent she's not wearing underwear, she stretches and looks at me and I comment on what a beautiful view I have seen...suddenly we're in a field talking over a fence ( and this is very clearly (even in the dream) based on the Marilyn Monroe/Clark Gable/Montgomery Clift movie...we chat and she looks gorgeous and I'm forgetting the age difference, obviously interested in a physical relationship( and more importantly, it appears she is,also not averse...)
      so... we are back at her flat back and there's no door on the kitchen and it's on the ground floor, rain coming in, no door, almost derelict, over grown vegetation visible... (but in the first instant I had climbed high through the house to find her( and the flat...); her friend/sister( they look alike) is sitting on another sofa chatting with a family( almost like a social work interview).. Teresa(?) says she's hungry now and I think about whether to go in the car and get some food at an Indian takeaway or invite her down to my place and cook something for her, would like her to see my art works...
     so there are more impression...the look on her face and expression's as we chat in field (she's possibly older than I first thought and while still attractive not like miss Munroe as I had first thought, her skin also has a tan that's definitely from a trip or some time abroad..
    her friend/sister is also attractive and perhaps more classically beautiful but we only briefly are introduced by Teresa.... the kitchen in the flat is above the room where the and I'm again surprised at how big the flat is... the people outside the flat have drinks in their hands...

  The first thing you notice is the tethering that is so much part of our lives today mobile phones, laptops, the car keys, all these tiny tendrils, that even  twenty years ago would not have bound us around the notion of consumption. So it goes.....the death of our independence.. maybe, but then again our thoughts about who we were then are very difficult to separate from the conception of our currant view.

well I never...well actually that's only partially true, I have been know too...as ever though reorganised the Anvil songs on the N7' and so as I write a  strange magnifcent, if somewhat idiosyncratic soundtrack plays in the mid forground...everything aches today the knee, limbs and general disposition, but its Friday and the weekend beckon's four days off with little to do(that's necessary) so...off to work.....and now its tommorow and my left knee( an old injury, actually some form of arthritus...) plays up...00:47 now and the font size has changed..odd. Well, now just playing here... a coffee and then some idea's...and now coffee made, ( ran out of green top milk...must replace) the Tokai acoustic has been rewarded with new strings, bought some time ago(four months) but only just applied...as the evening is strangled in the birth of the new day I begin to tire but I have four days off now...the idea's well...  

Thursday 11th July..

So..after all this time, maybe eight years I book a flight to Spain, after some anxiety and internal debate to go and see the kids.

    The fact that I am now effectively broke and as I type have yet to fund to fund a hotel or spending money means that(contempory as ever) I live on credit....

changes..

         So... in 1975 my (then) wife Janet went into labour and we were  taken by ambulance from Ockendon to Orsett hospital she wasn't in the labour ward very long and things seemed to be going well till in the early hours of the morning of the 7th when in the midst of a bustling team of health-care, I had been prepared' had on my paper gown and hat and was ushered into the labour room; with a mixture of excitement and agitated wonder.