As I scoffed my toast so Treacle was stomping round the
living room proudly showing of the carrier bag that she wasn’t supposed to
have. She loves having things she shouldn’t have – she doesn’t damage them in
any way, she just loves showing off that she has stolen them.
Fudge was a worry this morning, turning his nose up at his
brekkie. Last night he tucked into his boiled swede and the night before he
yummed up a bowl of rice. Eventually we got him to eat some biscuits. Has he
gone vegetarian, or does he just not like the really expensive special
kidney-friendly food we’ve bought for him?
There wasn’t too many squabbles kicking off on Facebook
this morning and my in-box was pretty much empty so I sent out a couple of
birthday wishes and took the dogs out. With the Forestry Commission woods open
we went down to Orlestone Woods. Since we were last there someone has fixed the
pot holes in the car park (which was a result).
We had a very good walk round the woods and only saw one
other person. It strikes me as frankly ridiculous that during the peak of the
pandemic I was forced to walk the dogs round a crowded park when (had the
woods been open) I could have walked for hours without having met anyone.
With walk walked we came home, had a cuppa and a Bakewell
tart (without a cherry!), I hung out the washing and got on with
painting fence panels. I got five and a half done before it got too hot to
continue.
I came in, had a bit of cheese on toast, then cracked on
with the ironing until my phone rang…
A couple of weeks ago I had a letter from the hospital
telling me of a telephone appointment with the sleep clinic to see how I was
getting on with my CPAP machine. (Five years too late, perhaps?) The
letter said where I had to attend, who I would be seeing, and that I should
take the CPAP machine for a service. And then I re-read it. A telephone
consultation but I had to go to the hospital? I phoned them and was told that
it was a telephone consultation. The specialist would phone me. The nice people
at the sleep clinic admitted that the letter was confusing, but apparently the
secretary lacked the ability to modify the letter template. I was told that it
was easier all round for the clinic to send out a confusing and misleading
letter and tell people what was happening when they phoned in confusion, rather
than training the secretary on how to use Microsoft Word.
I would put in a complaint, but I’m getting sick of
complaining about that hospital.
My telephone consultation was planned for half past two – I
was an hour into a rather huge pile of ironing when the phone rang (ten
minutes early). I was glad that I had a telephone consultation; had I taken
the time to go to the hospital I would have put in a formal complaint. Some
secretary-type asked me some questions from a list, said they needed me to send
them an SD card from my CPAP machine (she said they should have asked for
that four years ago), and in two minutes it was all over and done with. I
had hoped to speak to the specialist about whether or not I should still be
doing night shifts. I shall ask next time.
After another couple of hours I had the ironing done, and
it had cooled down outside. I got another couple of fence panels painted, and
also got a coat of paint onto some of the trellises. I was about to pack up
when "er indoors TM" started sawing wood for repairing
the roof of the arbour, so I helped there. I suggested that by painting the
wood then she would save time later, so I picked up the tin and gave it a good
shake. It was at this point that she told me she hadn’t put the lid on properly
when she finished with it the other day…
Oh how I laughed…
It didn’t take that long to brush the paint down the drain.
Being Thursday we tuned into the geo-Zoom meet from the
garden. Or "er indoors TM" did. I listened in the
background (as I said yesterday I’m being a tad sensitive at the moment).
As I listened I tried unscrewing the roof panels from the
arbour that "er indoors TM" wants to replace. They took
some unscrewing, and half the screws snapped as they had rusted through. Mind
you bearing in mind that I (actually Jose) put the thing together on Easter
Sunday 2007, it has lasted well. All that is wrong with it is that a few of the
roof slats need replacing, and the thing needs a coat of paint. I cost a couple
of hundred pounds, but I think that was money well spent…
For a day’s holiday I haven’t stopped…
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