Water, Water

 Saturday. 12.30 a.m. It rained really heavily yesterday evening. So much so that I couldn't take Alfie out, as he really does not like getting wet. Come to think of it, neither do I.

We reached the fifth session of the Alpha Course this week, and I was due to go to the Oaktree Centre at around 6:40. I was in my lounge, watching television, and then I heard a tapping sound. At first, I couldn't work out where it was, or, indeed, what it was. Going into the flat's entrance hall, I noticed a dripping coming from the ceiling. 

Vashti, the S.H.0. (Sheltered Housing Officer) of Dexter House, had gone home. It was around 5.30. I decided to ring the Mears helpline and was told that someone would come and inspect the leak, but it might be 4 hours before they arrived. It was around an hour later that a man knocked on my door, looked at the place where the drip had come through the ceiling near the smoke alarm, and told me that it wasn't his responsibility and rang the contractor who was responsible. He did a check of the light fitting, which isn't far from the smoke detector, and did a safety check and found no sign of water or anything dangerous and then left.

I mopped up the water from the floor and that was the end of it, although I think there must be a blockage and possibly an overflow somewhere in the roof space due to the heavy rain.

Sunday. 9.25 a.m. It's bright and sunny, but chilly. At least it's cool enough to sleep. The digital thermometer currently reads 19ºC. 

Tuesday. 7.40 a.m. I went to Camphill yesterday evening. The silent movies we have been creating since February were premiered. Actually, not just the three the Tuesday group made, but several others which were produced by the Monday group. There was a red carpet in the foyer of the Chrysalis Theatre, and as people arrived, they were photographed by Craig, so it was a version of the traditional Hollywood 'Red Carpet' treatment as celebrities arrive at a premier.

Thursday. 7.40 a.m. The Zolpidem tablets which I have been waiting for arrived in the post yesterday morning. I took two at around 10.30 last night and slept well, waking around 5 a.m. I have to say, as a result, I feel a good deal better.

Friday. 7.25 a.m. A wild and wet night. It probably was nowhere near as bad in other parts of Britain, especially in Scotland.

I have mentioned the problems I've had receiving the Zolpidem which II have done a repeat prescription for. I got one delivery, then yesterday morning the larger order I made a few days ago arrived, including the sleeping tablets, (ie, Zolpidem.)

October Fun?!

 Saturday. 8.30 a.m. I awoke at around 6:45, which must be the latest I've woken in goodness knows how long. We had the third Alpha Course session last evening at the Oaktree Centre, good conversations as we sat and ate our meal, which was chilli con carne. I went home and had a drink of hot Ovaltine and then took two of the Zolpidem tablets just before I settled down in bed. The next thing I knew, I was awake with light coming through the window and I realized it was morning. At least I didn't wake in the night and then lie awake with 'stuff' going around in my head. I only have a week's worth of these tablets, so I will have to wait and see what happens when the course has finished. I will contact the doctor to see what she recommends.

Friday. 7.15 a.m. If you are a regular who reads my blog on here, you will realize that I haven't posted anything for some time. I don't intend to close this blog down, but I won't post quite as regularly as I have done in the past, so please don't expect anything to be reported quite so often.

The weather is doing its 'thing', which is what you come to expect at this time of year. Having just returned from taking Alfie out, there is a chilly wind, which means I put on my red fleece.

5.00 p.m. I have two bank accounts, one with Nationwide, which is my main account, and the other is an online-only account with Starling Bank. I had saved some cash 'for a rainy day' with the Starling Bank but hadn't taken any cash out of it since setting it up earlier this year, but I decided that my Nationwide could do with topping up, particularly as we're approaching the end of the month and I need to make sure that there's enough cash to pay some direct debits which are due to come out soon.

I duly drove into the shopping centre, to use the Starling card in the A.T.M. outside the Nationwide branch. I had a P.I.N. which I used to get into the Starling app, but when I tried it in the A.T.M. it would not allow me to access my account. I attempted it again, and, as I eventually walked back to the car, I found another A.T.M., but still the card wouldn't work.

When I got home, I had a look at the card I had for Starling in my file box which has details of such things as passwords and I found that the A.T.M. P.I.N. was there, a different one to the app password. I went online on the Starling app and got the agent (via 'chat') to unlock the card. This meant I could then go back to the A.T.M. outside Nationwide and withdraw the cash which I had intended to do originally and transfer this cash to my Nationwide account. All this was done and the mission was accomplished.

Wednesday. 

Another Week

 Friday. 9.45 a.m. It seems bright and sunny outside, but I have a sneaking feeling that it's cold. I will find out when I take Alfie out again later. Currently, the digital thermometer, which incidentally is indoors and sitting on the television unit, is displaying the temperature at 23ºC.

Monday. 10.25 a.m. There's not a great deal to report on here over the last day or so, hence, nothing on here!

It's bright and sunny as I write this. It can be chilly first thing. So I put on a fleece and then, by the time I get back indoors, I'm really hot. I suppose it's just that time of year, moving into autumn, when the weather is undecided.

I have been doing homework for the Camphill World War Two project. Doing a bit of research on the internet on various aspects of the war, such as ARP Wardens, the so-called 'Phoney War' etc. I have got it on a Word-processed document and have printed it out and will take it with me when I go to Camphill tomorrow.

Tuesday. 4.25 p.m. I have just got in from Camphill. I have to say it has been really successful. We are putting together ideas for the World War 2 theatre piece and the group is suggesting what they want to put in it and how the story will be told. A lot of material about Bletchley Park and the Codebreakers.

Wednesday. 1.00 p.m. I have been having problems receiving some of my medication on order. I went to the doctor around two weeks ago and was prescribed tablets to help me sleep. I also had to order Atorvastatin, which I have been on for years, I think, since the time of my first heart attack in 2006. In fact, I was put on a different type of statin at that time, but that particular version had a bad effect on my stomach and I had to try several different statins before settling on Atorvastatin which doesn't have any side effects. 

I was also given a prescription for sleeping tablets. This prescription was supposed to be sent to me via Royal Mail, through Lloyds Direct, but I found out that there was a manufacturing problem somewhere in the system. I found this out because I was sent an email which had a barcode in it, which I took to the branch of Boots next to Central Milton Keynes Medical Centre. I was told by the pharmacist that I would need to contact the surgeon, which was closed because it was a Saturday. , 

Thursday. On Monday, I rang the surgeon and they sent me a code via text, which I took back to Boots on Wednesday and managed to collect the Atorvastatin. A long and complex situation. THEN I got an email from Royal Mail, informing me that the remaining medication, the sleeping tablets (called Zolpidem). Two of these are to be taken before retiring for the night, which I took at around 10.30 last night. I did sleep, but still woke at around 4 a.m.