Wednesday. 6.45 a.m. It's relatively still and quiet on the weather front at the moment. Not a great deal to report, so I'll leave it there until I have more to discuss.
As I reported in yesterday's blog post, I went to Sainsbury's to collect a repeat prescription from Lloyd's pharmacy within the store. I was handed two bags containing the medication and did my shopping around the store and then went to pay using a self-service till. I paid and then went to load everything into my car in the car park below the store. Not only that, but I unloaded it all on return to my flat and then discovered that part of the repeat prescription order was missing. I had only one of the two bags with me. I hunted all over the place for it, including in the back of the car. Likewise, I distinctly remembered putting it in one of my 'bags for life' when I was at the self-service till. But no sign of it anywhere. I looked at the app which I use to order my repeat prescriptions, and it was clear on there that I had ordered all the medications I needed, always done on time before they run out. There was nothing for it but to ring the pharmacy, which I did after 9 o'clock this morning, to be told they had it. I had unfortunately left it by the self-service till. But at least it had been retrieved by Sainsbury's staff and taken to Lloyd's pharmacy. Now been to collect it with some further items for lunch and now panic over. Just shows that a slip of concentration can lead to such problems, but, thinking about it now, it wasn't really a problem at all.
There was a ginormous great big grey concrete mixing lorry parked in Strudwick Drive, opposite The Cricketers pub when I took Alfie out at around 1.15 this afternoon. One of the workmen involved in the construction of the scooter sheds was ferrying wet concrete from the lorry and into the community garden and pouring it into what will be the foundations for these sheds. More time and effort it seems to be spent in the construction of these than the ancient Egyptians spent on building the pyramids!
Thursday. 6.20 a.m. There is a pad of drying cement where these exciting scooter sheds are to be constructed (do you sense a slightly ironic tone to my words? I can't in all honesty think of them as EXCITING!) I am tempted to put my foot on it and so be immortalized in concrete. Note: Is it concrete when it's set and cement when it's in its liquid state or is it the other way round? All answers on a postcard please . . .)
I had another strange dream last night. Well, most dreams are strange in some way or another. I have mentioned that I've been doing family history research and got back around 12 generations. The dream was about me going to New Zealand to meet some of my relations (I don't know how many times removed as I'm not good at that sort of thing.) But so realistic and almost like I had gone there. Talking about fish and chips amongst other things. But, in reality, I wouldn't have been able to go there at the moment, because, watching BBC Breakfast this morning, they've closed their borders to incoming flights due to the pandemic.
Friday. 6.25 a.m. The week is virtually over. Things are very much the same as they were at the beginning of the week. I'm attempting to increase how far I walk and get my number of steps to increase. I went out with Alfie as usual and we did a complete circuit of Oldbrook Green. I may have to do two circuits instead of one to get to the target. All this is recorded by my FitBit, which I have set up correctly.
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