Monday. 10.15 a.m. Oh dear! After several days of warm and sunny days, we now have light rain! Not something a small Yorkshire Terrier is going to relish! It was certainly a surprise when I went out mid-morning, dressed in my shorts and short-sleeved polo shirt! But never mind. That's the good old British weather for you, totally unpredictable.
12.32 p.m. On Saturday, I got a text message from the N.H.S., informing me that I had come into contact with someone who had been infected with the Omicron variant of the COVID-19 virus. I was told to order a test kit, which I did, clicking through the text message. I was over-pleased that I was expected to fork out £1 for postage, which was a bit of an affront. Why couldn't they pay? Having done this, I had my doubts that it was genuine. Well, with the number of scams that are going around, it's often difficult to tell what is real and what is fake. But I'm sure it's genuine. So, I suppose I will have to wait and do the test when it arrives and see what happens. I don't feel under the weather, so I'm reasonably sure it's going to be negative.
It's still raining fairly hard, so McNugget (alias Alfie) won't like it. I don't blame him, because I don't relish getting wet either.
Tuesday. 6.45 a.m. Another bright and sunny morning. What more can I say?
Wednesday. 6.30 a.m. It's not quite as bright and sunny this morning as it has been for the past couple of days. It must have been raining overnight, as there were definite signs when I took Alfie out this morning.
If you recall in my earlier posts, I mentioned how I had hoped to be able to leave Alfie with a young lady who would care for him over a long weekend at the end of May, and then, how it was abandoned because he didn't like the idea of being left? Well, that young lady's mother had suggested that perhaps she could have him for a few hours so that he got used to the idea of being left with her. It's the abandonment thing which he doesn't like; the idea that I won't be coming back, which isn't true. I think the fact that he barks at the grandchildren (and other children, which is when we're out and children approach wanting to stroke him.) is probably to protect me. I don't know exactly what's going on, but some of this behaviour is because he doesn't understand small children, particularly because they talk with higher-pitched voices than adults and move around far more unpredictably. Anyway, with all this in mind, I'm taking him to her house on Sunday afternoon just to attempt to get him settled so I can have time in Worcester with Chloe, Steve and the four grandchildren.
2.00 p.m. I've been into Sainsbury's, shopping, this morning. I went in a good deal earlier than I would normally, for no other reason than I just wanted to get it out of the way. Not only that, but I'm really glad that I did because it was very quiet. What does annoy me, though, is that they don't have more people at the check-outs. I think it's to encourage you to use the self-service tills. I'm fine using them, but whenever I use one, there's a problem.
I was queuing up to use a check-out and several people were ahead of me. I couldn't help reading a notice at the end of the checkout line. It read: 'Bags for life now cost 30p. Replace old bags free.' Which made me think, I can think of quite a few old bags I'd like to replace . . . free!
I realized a few days ago, on looking through the pile of cards which inhabit my wallet, in amongst the loyalty cards, that my free bus pass ran out last year, so I decided to apply for a new one. It's an easy job and made easier when I have my birth certificate photographed and on my MacBook Pro, along with several digital photographs. You just fill in the online form on the Milton Keynes Council website and upload proof of age and photograph (easy and far better than going to their offices and having to queue up.) The replacement card came in the post this afternoon. Now to decide where to go by bus, using the card. It's just a shame I can use rail as I fancy going further afield for a day out.
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