There've actually been so many,I'm beginning to wonder whether I am a criminal, or a secret policeman, or an inadvertent Mr Unlucky, or a Mr Fall Guy, or, a Mr Unknown Stuntman, or always in the wrong place at the wrong time or in the right place at the wrong time or in wrong place at the right time.

Here's a few, briefly, (as ever, there's tons and tonnes to do and I'm not doing it at ten to three on a Sunday, or, during tge daytime at this rate.), here goes:- After surviving my second house fire at the age of 6,some

40+years ago, now, I slept on the floor of our Capital town's police station in a grey thick woollen blanket one cold February, I think weekend night. A few people died in that hotel guest house fire including a then friend of mine, it was caused by a drunkard falling asleep with a lit cigarette dropping on to then, non fire regulations tested by existing laws furniture, and a dear relative raiser the alarm. My so called stepfather was in clink at the time, probably for beating up my Mother or burglary or handling stolen goods, and my Mother raised the alarm and helped save a shedload of the rest of the others living and residing in the hotel guest house. I was driving to a garage late one night before it closed at midnight and had to gently swerve around a hedgehog crossing the road. After making my purchases at the garage, driving back along the same road, I noticed a man being breathalysed, and, so, me being me, and wanting to help, I pulled my car over to say to the officer breathalysing the other stopped driver, "Oh, if he was driving and he swerved, it's probably because there was a hedgehog in the road, I just missed one minutes ago.", at which point, it began to get inadvertently quite comical, and the policeman thought the smell from my old car was from illegal drugs misuse whereas I begged to differ saying I had two jobs and the smell was probably from the pizza delivery night time work I was doing as well as my day job. Erm, suffice to say, I was nicked, and breathalysed at the station, and was it highly embarrassing. Cleared, thankfully and really should have given my old car a thoroughly good cleaning much more often as it smelled of cigarette smoke (legal!!), and fast food, mainly pizza odours. I once rang the police because I thought that the psychiatric services were abducting me because I was being admitted to hospital after I'd had a stroke, (TIA), and had had bad experiences with my physical as well as psychiatric health, and I thiiink I stated I had stories to pass on of great importance to help solve incredibly dangerous and serious crimes, locally. The police came, and just helped the psychiatric nurses get me out of possibly, harm's way, psychiatrically speaking. Whilst at hospital, on the ward, a dismal place where seriously ill people, patients are often at their lowest ebb, AND on VEEERY heavy medicines, a police man came to visit me, and because of the heavy medicines, besides the fact that I was very ill, the heavy medication seemed to disrupt my capability to string sentences together and I could just about understand what was said by him to me at the time, although it's a bit like the movie, daftly, Men In Black, in that the one blast, no, not of the memory wand thing the MIB had, but the doses of the medicines meant I can recall veeeeery few of the conversations and chit chat with the staff and the patients and some memories are clearer and some memories much less so. I vaguely seem to recall I was trying tell the police about stuff I know, knew, about quite seriously awful crimes, as I 'imagined', one or two of the staff might have been trying to silence me. Whether that's true or not, who's to say without evidence or proof and without either it's just a hunch, and so there's not much to go on. I also am not the best communicator of whatever I am trying to say and vaguely held notions, aren't fully formed ideas. Obviously. Also, there's the matter, in addition to all the other mistimings of memory recollection of a huge amount of cash no one seems to be bothered about which has seemingly disappeared from an incredibly dear relative's household. I've told police, my psychiatrist (who's since retired and didn't beltway someone tried to suffocate me in my own bed when I was possibly drugged and said it was a 'hypnogogic hallucination',(that I had imagined it. Huh? Really?), and andvalso the notes written about me on my patient records which are sent to me are in no way do they seem to bear, if any, much correlation between what I say and what is reported back to me. Meaning, in a "sort"of essence, 'They have all the keys, I am a paranoid nutter and what I say is all wrong.'. I think that's wrong. A bit like abusing trust and trying to hide crimes and evidence of crimes. The huge amount of cash, in large denomination bills, too, was in a large box in a room, and it seems to have gone missing since the local nhs group of cleaners and helpers came around to help clear our house after another relative was in hospital after a fall. It seems to have gone quiet. They are waiting for the heat to die down, I think. Also, another woman who moved in to our house as a lodger, funnily enough when my relative went in to hospital, well, I can't say. I think the cash, this horrible mysterious disappearance of a dear relative's huge amount of readies has so far, put a number of people in the frame. I am gonna have to search for it, because know who couldn't have it. Have I proof, tho'? It's basically these druggies and drug abusing barstools who are turning our relatives against each other and, as I have noted before, in 'imagined times', a split party is a floundering party and in danger.. Just ramblings now, exhausted. It's not my cash. I'll have to file a report of stolen cash,if I can't tidy up and find it first for our relative. Second, report how a bunch of us, in my teenaged years were nearby a very serious crime one night, and all that lot seemed to have tried to hide the fact of the square blotting night in question, and a few other stories of derring do (or is it, 'daring do'?), and recklessly foolishness of times, also. I am really, really tired now. Darned exhaustion AND long covid19. Not all of this has actually been terribly funny, really, come to think of it. These idiots and their rave era blots, eh? That might rattle them up... GSOGK