Weird dream

Normally, upon waking from a vivid dream, it fades from memory quite quickly. However, I have just woke up suddenly while having a very strange dream and it is still in my memory, so I’m writing it down before it goes. Read on and you’ll see why.

We’re at a large civic hall, possibly Nantwich but it has odd features that the real place lacks. The event is a marriage, not just any marriage but me and my ex getting back together again. Her family keep huddling together for secret discussions while casting furtive glances in my direction.

The best man is my Dad, dressed in a green suit with matching green tie.

The ceremony is delayed and I find myself at a butcher’s stall where there are sausages all over the floor and gammon steaks about 18 inches across.

We’re called back into the hall but she and her family are nowhere to be seen, so we wait for ages and eventually go outside for some fresh air. It is absolutely chucking it down but only feels like a light drizzle on my head.

Dad wanders off leaving me watching a traffic warden putting tickets on cars, two young lads try driving theirs away before they can be ticketed but it won’t start… So the traffic warden helps them to push it.

Then I’m sat at a table waiting for a meal, everyone else goes out for a smoke so I bolt the door of the portacabin I’m left alone in.

All of this before the actual ceremony.

Back to the hall again, I’m sat down as my ex and her entourage enter the room. She makes eye contact briefly before smiling and looking away but the rest of them don’t look at me. As the party passes by one of her bridesmaids plants a big, lipstick smeared, kiss on my cheek.

I have convinced myself that she is going to say no when asked “Do you take this man…?” but the registrar asks me first. I look her straight in the eye and just shake my head.

Cut to outside the hall, I’m feeding treats to the guests’ dogs and look round saying “Where’s the main dog?” – At which point I hear Harvey bark and look round again to see him standing some distance away, looking back at me but not coming to me.

Then I woke up.

As I said in the introduction, a very strange dream. All the more so because I can still remember it clearly some 45 minutes after having awoken. It is an amalgam of things that have hurt over the years. Dad passed away in 2010. Since then I have got divorced (messily) and, most recently, lost Harvey a fortnight ago.

Guinness passed away in 2011 but she did not appear in the dream, maybe because that blow was softened by the fact that I had Harvey for solace when she went. Also absent from the dream were Rhi, Charlie and Mima, probably because I still hold dear the fact that they will be able to see me again once they’re old enough and their mother can no longer stop them from doing so.

Anyway, a new chapter in my life starts today because I’m bringing Star home from Cheshire Dogs’ Home this afternoon. Perhaps the dream was my scrambled brain putting itself back into some sense of tidiness?

It’s quarter to five in the morning. Silly o’clock, but I’m wide awake.

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Star

Another trip to the Cheshire Dogs Home to see Star this afternoon. We took her for a walk around the woods then played in the fenced compound with her running and fetching a ball. She even allowed me to put her back on the lead when it was time to go back to the kennels.

Harvey is a hard act to follow but I reckon Star will steal everyone’s heart, just as Harvey did. Of course she’s not a replacement for him, just as he wasn’t a replacement for Guinness, because you can never replace anyone you’ve loved so much, human or canine. You just do your best to carry on when they’re gone.

As long as I live Guinness and Harvey will forever be with me in spirit but there’s a big hole in my life at the moment, a hole where there should be a dog, and Star is just the dog for the job!

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Snow

Half an inch of snow on the road when I woke up this morning. Panic stations as the nation grinds to a halt. After an emergency stock take I am happy to report that I have enough beer in the house to last a couple of days.

Hardly on a par with the winters of my childhood, like the one in the film above.

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Rescue

My sister and I went to Cheshire Dogs Home yesterday because I cannot cope with coming home to an empty house each day. I was initially looking for another lurcher, and there were some absolutely charming ones there, but a small Staffy cross stole my heart.

She’s not ready for rehoming yet but, hopefully, soon will be.

I keep bursting into tears over Harvey, I will miss him and love him forever, as I still miss and love Guinness, but life has to go on and it would be a lot easier shared.

Harvey at his best, everybody who knew him loved him.

As for the post’s title? I’ll leave it up to the reader to decide but it’s debateable whether she will be a rescue dog or I’ll be a rescue human.

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For Harvey

Once, there was a way to get back homeward
Once, there was a way to get back home
Sleep, Harvey darling, do not cry
And I will sing a lullaby

Golden Slumbers was played on the radio when I was driving home from the vets’ on Sunday night. So sad. Rest in peace Harvey my love.

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Winter’s on its way.

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Uncomfortably dumb?

The Secretary of State for International Development has multiple dodgy meetings with a foreign government yet her own Nasty Party seniors, in the Foreign Office and Downing Street, “did not know”?

Yeah, right.

Ms Patel is going to be a scapegoat here to protect those above her… She’ll turn up in another cushy job in a few months when the media attention dies down.

Remember Liam Fox? Defence Secretary under David (Pig Fucker) Cameron, a position from which he resigned on 14 October 2011 over allegations that he had given a close friend (Adam Werritty) inappropriate access to the Ministry of Defence and allowed him to join official trips overseas.*

Now Secretary of State for Foreign Trade, and President of the Board of Trade.

Anyway, back to the Patel scandal, apparently it was an “accident”**

Really? What was an accident? The meetings with Israeli ministers or the fact that these meetings took place has been found out? You do not have accidental meetings with senior foreign government ministers, these were pre-arranged. Lord Polak of the lobby group “Conservative Friends of Israel” was also present. Not another accident, surely? That is the very same┬áConservative Friends of Israel that Patel herself was once involved with. Adam Werritty was also a lobbyist. Do you see a pattern emerging here? If there are still doubts about the meeting being accidental this quote from the Guardian might dispel them.

Ms Patel might find the retirement advert in the screen grab from the Grauniad’s website useful.

Tory MP Nadhim Zahawi, a member of the parliamentary foreign affairs committee, told BBC Two’s Newsnight – Ms Patel was not having “clandestine” meetings with “an enemy state” and that the Foreign Office was made aware of the meetings while she was in Israel.***

If the FO knew about the meetings Boris can hardly say that he was unaware of what was going on, which puts him in the same boat as Patel. If he knew why did he not pass the information on to May? If he did not know he should be sacked for gross incompetence.

Or maybe Bumbling Boris did tell May, and Downing Street is telling porkies about her not knowing.

In which case we need a new Prime Minister.

Selfservatives – Rotten to the core and bent as nine bob notes.

Sources – *Wikipedia **BBC R4 Today Programme 8/11/17 ***BBC Website
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Comfortably Numb

Brilliant solo cover of the Pink Floyd track by Jamie Dupois

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Linear thinking

I get some weird ideas when I let my mind wander off on its own. The rusty old wheelbarrow I rescued from a skip some time ago has a flat tyre. I could get some puncture repair gunk from the cycle shop and see if that solves the problem… On the other hand, I could fit the barrow with a flanged wheel, or maybe even just remove the tyre from the existing wheel.

Then the “linear thinking” comes into play. A flanged wheel needs a line of rails to run on, a railway, in this case a monorail. Wooden rails would suffice for the loads to be carried, it could be a permanent line from the garage up the back garden to the compost heap, with portable rails being used through the garage when access is wanted to the front garden.

Maybe I should have posted this in Playing Trains instead of here on B.O.B.

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Another Sunday fridge clearance

The Sunday morning survey of the fridge’s contents revealed a glut of celery, peppers and courgettes as this week’s leftovers. An odd mixture but what the heck.

A curry is now simmering away in the slow cooker. The bulk is as mentioned above. Three chopped pears add sweetness while baked beans, chick peas and mixed veg are thrown in for variety, plus curry powder and chilli powder for heat. The top up liquid is diluted orange cordial, again for sweetness.

The mornings are getting noticeably chilly as the nights grow longer, it’ll be warming hearty stew season before long so the slow cooker will be in virtually constant use soon.

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