We're slowly drifting towards autumn. The days are drawing in. It's getting light in the morning later and later. By the time we reach September, we'll be seeing the first signs of Christmas in the shops.
Tuesday. 6.25 a.m. Really, honestly, not a great deal to report. Except for the 'Mystery of the Blocked Drains.' It sounds like something that Sherlock Holmes or some other private detective would be bought in to solve. In all the time I've been living at Dexter House I've had an awful pong in my bathroom, presumably coming from the sink or bath plug hole. It's a smell similar to over-boiled cabbage (yes, I know, not nice.) Having done a lot of schools touring with puppets over the years, arriving in school halls to set up shows, usually places which are also used for school dinners. You used to get the lingering smell of boiled cabbage, apart from anything else. The pong from the drains is similar and there's no explanation. It would appear that other tenants here have complained of not only the smell but the fact that water doesn't drain away properly after you've had a bath or used the sink. The contractors who maintain this building are supposed to be dealing with it, apparently going to put a camera down the drains to try and find the blockage. Well, all I can say is, good luck to them! Not a job I would have anything to do with.
I've managed to use the steam mop to clean the remainder of the lounge floor. It's a bit of a game of Tetris having to move the furniture around. You move one thing and then another and do such-and-such to get to behind the television. I was shocked by the amount of dust and fluff! It makes me wonder where on earth it comes from. But it's now done, and I'm pleased with the results.
Wednesday. 7.20 a.m. I woke up around 6.15, which is the latest I've woken in ages. But Alfie was still sleeping and didn't seem to realize we hadn't been out. I have the feeling it had rained in the night as there were signs of a good wetting on the path and grass.
The kitchen is clean and tidy from last night's meal! I want it clear as I'm going to Sainsbury's later this morning and it's easier when I get back and unload my shopping. All wiped down and clear.
Thursday. 6.35 a.m. The week seems to fly by. Not a great deal to report at the moment.
Friday. 6.45 a.m. I woke up later than normal. But what is 'normal'? The last eighteen months or so have been anything but normal. Being stuck in some sort of limbo isn't anything normal.
The work on the infamous scooter sheds has ground to a halt. There is a concrete 'pad' outside in the corner outside where my stairs come down from my flat. The sheds aren't going to be built of brick as I was expecting, but will be wooden structures. (This is sounding a bit like 'The Three Little Pigs' story. First house, straw, second house- Sticks, third house- Bricks. The whole thing is a bit of a fairy story.) Not sure where things stand regarding the 'big stink' from the drains.
Saturday. 5.50 a.m. My MacBook decided it wouldn't open up yesterday morning. Try as I might, I couldn't get the thing to respond. I imagined there was something seriously wrong with it. There was a full charge on it's battery, but the screen remained blank. My thinking was, that's it, it's finished, it's dead. Well, it's served me well, it's almost seven years old, it will probably need replacing. Fortunately I did manage to get the MacBook to function, which was something of a relief. I know it is going to have to be replaced eventually, because technology such as laptops do have a limited life.
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