Friday. 5.35 a.m. The wind is howling around outside and something has been rattling or banging. It might be a door or something loose but I have to say it's really annoying me. Why can't someone go out and check and prevent it from doing so? Well, you may ask, if nobody else is going to do it, why don't YOU? Well, I could, but it means getting dressed and going out . . . It's getting light, and Alfie is sleeping in his bed, which is near the window.
Later. 12.15 p.m. I had to do my washing this morning. Exciting stuff (irony) but very necessary. I was up early, as I have described above. Doing washing up and sorting recycling and rubbish. I took it out to the bin. It's a walk along the corridor to the room but there is no light in that room. The door that leads out into the bin yard has a difficult bolt to withdraw. It really is about time that someone sorted repairing these things as it's surely a matter of health and safety. I think I've discovered what caused the rattle and banging in the night. There was a broken plastic storage box outside and it's so light it can be moved by the wind, so I bought it inside and the noise has ceased! You really would think someone else could deal with this matter, but no.
There are workmen back in Dexter House doing something to the emergency lighting. I don't know what, but the system isn't completed from the last time they were here. The banging and drilling in the downstairs flat have finished thank goodness. I spoke to our SHO (Sheltered Housing Officer) and she tells me that the work is being done by MK Council. So, is my flat in line for a refit? The communal kitchen has been refitted, but some of the work was on hold due to the pandemic, but it looks as if it is being finished off. New cooker and fridge I believe, but I haven't been in to look. It would be nice if I could have my kitchen upgraded. It is somewhat past its best. The bathroom also, but one lives in hope. A full-length bath would be great as the one in there currently isn't long enough for someone over six feet to lay down and have a good soak. My knees have to be bent to allow me to lie down in it and the shower is too low to allow me to stand under it properly. It seems crazy that these things should be only for short people. But never mind, I shouldn't complain. It seems ridiculous that the flat downstairs gets refitted. Why don't they start at the flat nearest the front door and workaround? Just picking one in the middle seems a bit random, or have they selected the flats to refit by sticking a pin in a list and seeing what comes up, or a number picked out of a hat? If it's not done like that it does seem rather like it to me.
Later. 2.20 p.m. It's still blowing a gale, but it doesn't seem as powerful as it was earlier. I took Alfie out just before 2 o'clock and there seemed to be a threat of a downpour, so we came back inside. I arrived outside the flat and found a parcel on the doorstep. I was expecting a parcel from Amazon, but usually, they deliver around 6 p.m. so it was something of a surprise. A digital kitchen scale was only ordered yesterday morning. I opened it and I have to say, first impressions are good. It doesn't have a battery and you have to charge it using a USB cable and as I write it is plugged in and charging in the kitchen. I imagine it will take around 2-3 hours for it to charge fully, so I can test it out later.
I have managed to transfer some of my writing onto word processing, using the iPad's speech-to-text function. It is generally a far quicker way to write than using a keyboard, but still, it's a slow process. You have to keep an eye on the text as some words it mishears and you need to edit it as you go along, but it is a great way to write.
Saturday. 7.05 a.m. The howling wind has receded, thank goodness. Let's hope it remains that way. Also, no rain, but it looks as if we might get more.
Alife spent most of the night sleeping in his bed near the television and in front of the window, but early this morning he came into the bedroom and got on the bed and snuggled up against me under the duvet! He really is a little love and keeps me motivated.
Later. My doctor at Ashfield Medical Centre prescribe Oxybutin, which is supposed to slow down my need to keep having to wee, and usually this at night. Little did I realise the side effects it would have. I can't say it made any change in my night-time visits to the bathroom, but I kept on with taking it, probably for around 5-6 years. I have mentioned the fact that I have an annoying cough for the past few years, with no other symptoms of flu, cold or feeling feverish. But the cough is caused by a dry and tickly throat and it can be really unpleasant and not a great deal will stop it or at least relive it. So I mentioned this to the doctor who rang me the other day and she said it was likely to be from taking the Oxybutin and she said I ought to stop taking it. So, this is what I have done. I can't say there's a marked improvement in the cough, but it is lilely to take a few weeks for the Oxybutin to work it's way out of my system. At least I have a doctor who doesn't just hand out medications without getting to the route course of whatever it is that's causing problems. I will just have to wait and see what improvements there are because when I get a coughing fit it can be quite nasty and only a drink of water or a sweet to suck can relieve it, but, unfortunately not completely.
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