Sunday. 7.45 a.m. It's sunny and bright this morning. I don't have anything of importance to relate to here, so I'll end there until something strikes me as requiring responding in some way or other.
Monday. 7.00 a.m. So . . . Virtually nothing happened! Now, there's a surprise. So (stop saying so.) here I am, on a relatively sunny Monday morning, having been out with Alfie a few minutes before the hour of six. Actually quite chilly. His nibs was asleep in his lovely, warm and snug bed and had to be woken up to go out. I think he's back in his bed asleep as I write this.
Tuesday. 11.15 a.m. Painting has now reached the corridor where my flat is situated. A workman painted the window frame of one of the ground floor flats going towards the SHO's office. It will be an improvement to have the paintwork around here covered in brighter paint than the brown which it all has at present. This will include the stairs leading up to the first-floor flats, including mine. I will have to be careful to not touch it before it dries when I leave and enter my flat, otherwise, I will have to find something to remove the paint. Also, make sure that Alfie doesn't get paint on himself.
Wednesday. 6.25 a.m. So, I'm up early, taken Alfie out, done the washing up (actually did it last night. I can't stand piles of dirty pots sitting in the sink. I much prefer to do it all and have a tidy kitchen when I go in there in the morning or any time of day.
Boy, it was hot in the flat yesterday evening. My digital thermometer read 75º when I looked at around 6 p.m. yesterday. Does nobody around here ever think it might be a good idea to reduce the temperature? Before you ask, I have turned the thingy on the wall down which is supposed to control the radiators. But not doing a great deal of difference. Apart from anything else, it's a real waste and not environmentally good, but nobody will listen. I had to open the windows and have my fan on in my bedroom.
I've been to Sainsbury's, a good deal earlier than I normally go, which I do weekly, as you will know if you read my blog on a regular basis. They are still moving stuff around and causing havoc. I was in the frozen food area and looking for pizza subs. They have been in the same place for I don't know how long and suddenly, they're not where I expected them to be, and I had to ask a somewhat grumpy member of staff, who didn't really appreciate my ironic sense of humour regarding this matter.
Having got back home, the flat was hotter than ever. I have opened the window and as I write this (10.00 a.m.) the digital thermometer reads 72º.
2.55 p.m. There has been a lot of digging going on in the community garden. I can see clearly what's going on when I stand at the kitchen sink and see out of the window in front of me. It's been intriguing me for most of the day. Rather like one of those mysteries, murder television series, such as Father Brown or even the inestimable Sherlock Holmes. Seeing someone digging a hole, I do start to come up with my own ideas of what it's for. For burying a body? Or rather mundane, there's a pipe under there which needs repairing. Is it a leak? As the day goes on and I have to do more washing up, I can't help but see the thing unfold. My inquisitiveness gets the best of me. Then, a few minutes ago, I saw what the 'ole was for. A piece of sculpture. I use the term in its loosest sense. It might be a water feature. But as I watch in absolute intense bemusement, I can see no water or any plumbing which might be connected to this . . . thing. I have to admit it's hideous, whatever it is. Was it leftover in one of the garden centre's sales? Did Dobbies or Frosts donate it, or did offer a substantial discount on such an ugly garden feature? It does rather resemble a modern toilet. Now, I'm just being facetious and downright sarcastic, I know, but it really is that awful. I think it best to end this before I get into trouble. But did nobody think it was really appropriate or even have any sort of artistic integrity? Who knows. But it has given me a certain amount of amusement, wondering what on earth it represents. It doesn't represent anything. It can't do, because the look of it is so odd it can't represent anything known to man or beast. Even the sculptures of Henry Moore, which were modernist in style and somewhat strange to the average observer, did represent SOMETHING. but this thing? Definitely not. Okay, okay, I give in. As they say, 'sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, but the highest form of intelligence' so I will refrain from mentioning this 'thing' from now on. Unless something amazing happens and it turns into . . . I don't know, but it would be fun if it did. That quote from the great Oscar Wilde, so if it was good enough for him, it's definitely good enough for me.
4.30 p.m. The mystery is revealed! The 'thing' in the community garden is a water feature. I had a glance out of the window just now and it has water flowing out of it. But it looks more than ever like a urinal. Sorry, but it does. Just as well I can't hear it trickling, or it would have the effect of making me want to run to the loo and have a wee. The thing is, without doubt, the ugliest thing I have probably ever seen, and that's the truth.
Thursday. 2.30 a.m. The temperature in the flat at the moment is 60º. I can't believe it got so hot the other day.
7.20 a.m. It's bright and sunny but actually quite chilly. Considering how hot it was a couple of days ago, there's quite a drop of around 10º, so you can see why I would notice the difference. Apparently, according to the weather forecast on BBC Breakfast, it's due to get colder.
I just had to mention, my bathroom and the non-appointment with Mears (the company who are responsible for the maintenance of Dexter House.) Did I mention that I had emailed a local councillor about the lack of action from Mears regarding my bathroom being upgraded? I don't think I have, but my email was passed to a Campbell Park Parish councillor, who emailed me yesterday asking me to send a photograph of the state of my bathroom and that Mears should set up an appointment to have my bathroom accessed with the intention of discovering what I would like done to the bathroom (i.e.: gold taps, sauna, jacuzzi etc. In your dreams, but it's worth a go I suppose.) So it would appear that my efforts will be paying off if it means they can nudge Mears into doing SOMETHING. so, watch this space for developments.
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