Andy was off today to Lancaster, to visit his mother who is still languishing in hospital. After two weeks of believing visiting was NOT allowed, we discovered that it WAS allowed, for one person for one hour. Just don’t get me started on the poor communication going on in this corner of the NHS or I shall be blogging about why I didn’t join in the Clap for Carers when all that malarkey was going on. The red mist will descend, so best not wave the rag at the bull...
Anyway, I stayed home and tidied up the loose ends of the week.
Firstly, the landline phone. It has taken to screeching like an owl with is nadgers caught in a mangle and crackling like a popping candy overdose on a very wet tongue. There’s all sorts of hissing going on, too, and trying to hear what anyone is saying on the other end of the line is nigh on impossible. I declared the phone to be in its death throes and ordered one of these as a replacement...
...it’s top of the Best 10 Cordless Phones 2020 in the LiGo technical survey. I didn’t faff reading about the other nine phones mentioned on the list. The price was right, it scored 97 point something out of 100, and life is too short to waste reading about phone technology. That it was top of the list was enough for me. It’s arriving next week and in the meantime I have dragged out the emergency phone, which is corded and therefore has to sit in the cat food cupboard where the phone socket lives, which means I have to leave the door open so we can hear it ringing, which means Bambino Bobble Wilson can get in there if the door is left too far ajar, which means chaos can occur. It also means we have to pretty much sit in the cupboard to hold conversations, but at least we can hear properly.
Here is Bambino Bobble Wilson giving me a bit of a look. A look that says, ‘No, you may NOT leave the sofa.’
In the spirit of yesterday’s blog about the search for exercise (sigh...) I did 100 squats today. Not all at once, I hasten to add, because that would be crazy. No, I did 5 blocks of 20, and that nearly did for me. I have started a half-hearted search for some kind of gym shoe/ trainer/ plimsolls but it’s a bit pointless until I decide what is it I actually want to do. I mean, I might want to get ballet shoes, ice skates, a trapeze or a polo pony. Who knows?
And then I got bitten on my left bosom by some random bastard midge whilst putting away the ironing so had to take an antihistamine which means I’ll be out like a light by 8 p.m. I’m having bosom issues at the moment in that I need to get smaller bolster holsters because of the weight loss, but can’t be measured ‘en shoppe’ at the moment so am having to guess. Down a cup, up a band? Both down? Left a bit, right a bit? Regardless, my current brassieres are big enough to allow bug access and that will NOT do.
I stared at ‘Clive and Min’ for a bit, but didn’t get very far, I’m afraid. But I haven’t forgotten it. It WILL be finished.
I did a considerable amount of reading, which was nice. Ate a fair few tomatoes because the greenhouse is in full ripening mode now. Ditto cucumbers. And blackberries. And raspberries. And apples.
And before I knew it, it was now. The anti-histamine is kicking in. I hate that phrase - ‘kicking in.’ No idea why I used it. What’s wrong with ‘taking effect’, eh? Nothing, that’s what. I’d better wind down my brain for the evening...
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