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Sunday Blues.

Three o’clock this morning or in the middle of the night, two idiots started off a private shout about We sleep with the bedroom windows open both like fresh air. My lovely wife beat me to it she shouted Quiet; it took three shouts to shut the idiots up. It took me ages to drop off to sleep again. Then it started the mother and father of a nightmare. I was tied tight with ropes. I could not move a muscle. Then the two voices poked fun at me while tickling me on the soles of my feet with a feather. What a feather, they must have peacocks where they live for the feather was huge. The tears ran down my face, the more I asked them to stop this tickling the more they abused my poor feet.

My beloved turned on the light and asked me what was the matter. I had it seems been twisting and tossing in my part of the bed although in my nightmare I could not move at all. My beloved rubbed some ointment in my feet and the relief was fantastic. Again I dropped off to sleep and woke up just after ten o’clock this morning. Breakfast with three cups of strong sweet tea and I was ready to face the day. We decided to go to our favourite Café for a coffee and to mix with other Guests. Slowly but surely we forgot the night with our being wakened by two idiots having a shouting match. I told my beloved that perhaps the two were drunk. Too much beer does affect people in this way. Most have forgotten the old saying that silence is golden. Leaving our favourite Café we drove or better my beloved drove home. Dinner will be a little later today, not that it matters for on the Television there is a program from Germany called and I translate freely, Rubbish for practically nothing. It is a program where people sell off that which they do not want or need any more. Some of the objects are really weird or as I say, out of this world. The strange thing is that all of the objects on sale are sold. It is surprising what others need or think that they can resell at a profit. I will leave you at this point my dinner is on the table and I have developed a small appetite possibly the smells coming from the kitchen remind me that I have eaten nothing just tea and coffee after that terrible nights experience. Will finish this after my dinner.

Hello again my beloved made an apple pie and custard for afters. I must admit that I am now rather full my tummy is protesting a little so I had better finish this little episode and go and have an afternoons nap in my bed. Must refresh the batteries. Doctor’s orders as part of my life, living with Parkinson’s disease. Will write again tomorrow I hope a much better story than this episode, which is really a complaint about the two idiots that ruined a good nights sleep. Keep smiling all for now from your scribbler Bern.