Still.

I'm still coughing, still knackered and still sleeping on the sofa.

I'm feeling ok though, no temperature so I'm past the worst.

Betty took me out y'day, the traffic was snarled up everywhere, possibly because the M4 eastbound  was shut.

This meant we didn't go far but it was nice to get out. We went to Waitrose as Betty likes their double yolked eggs. Then we had lunch at a nearby pub, it can be a bit iffy in the evenings but is ok at lunchtimes. Betty had steak and saved some for Beano, I had macaroni cheese, it was very tasty.

Next week Betty and I are attending the funeral of the resident that died.

We have seed trays full of plants adorning every flat surface. I've no idea where Steve is going to plant them there is really no room in the garden.

He told me y'day he's going with his friend to watch the BrItish Grand Prix, so that will be a peaceful weekend for me. The cost will have to come out of the savings but it will be worth it for the peace.

I'll pay for it afterwards I'm sure as he'll be in a  bad mood when he returns, I shall just ignore him.

He's just got up and discovered that he purchased the wrong bacon last time he shopped, that's today ruined for him!

How mortifying

Steve makes no secret of the fact that he thinks I'm old, fat and boring.

This doesn't really bother me, I must have very high self esteem.

I'm 72, overweight but not carrying as much extra weight as he is. I agree that I'm boring but I'm very limited now with what I can do. 

I'm  mainly polite and helpful to my neighbours but I'm limited by my deafness and failing eyesight. I'm a lot more 'on the ball' than some of my neighbours. 

I refrained from punching the neighbour who told me that it was ok for men to drive into their 80's. But that women should stop driving when the reached 60,  as they no longer had the intelligence to drive! He seemed to think that was why I no longer drive.

Steve goes into the garden most days, ostensibly to water his hanging baskets, usually about 2:30.

I sometimes go over to the summer house at 3 o'clock to socialise, this I did y'day.

After about 10 minutes Steve came over to join us. As he walked over one resident commented that he's only managed 10 minutes before joining in.

I didn't realise until I spoke to Betty afterwards that Steve never joins in with the afternoon meetings unless I'm there. It's become a bit of a standing joke with the regulars that he feels the need to mark his territory this way. He always insists on sitting next to me and I'm aware that I'm less chatty when he is there as he is very critical of my conversation.

I was feeling very mortified, partly because of Steve's behaviour and partly because I didn't notice it, but I'm not going to stop joining in because of him. Although the other residents find it amusing they don't seem to feel it is my fault.

Random ramblings.

We have another hot day here, Beano's water bowl will be kept topped up and his walks will be short and shady.

I have four large insect bites, they are on my foot, knee, chest and face. When I walked Beano just before bedtime our mad cat lady was wandering around wearing socks, trousers, an anorak, two jumpers, gloves, a hat and a headscarf. She said she didn't want to get bitten.

I slept badly last night as I kept coughing, yet again I slept on the sofa.

I heard my Oddbox arrived at 1:30 this morning. It contained carrots, peppers, aubergine, tomatoes, strawberries, cherries, apples a melon. I shall take some of it round to my neighbour later.

I have no plans today though I may give Beano a bath to cool him down. I also need to vacuum through it, I'm hoping Steve will lift Henry off the top shelf of the cupboard for me.

I know.

I know he loves me and I love him.

But it's 27 deg here.

Does Beano really need to sleep pressed up against my leg!

Still coughing

I'm still alive and still coughing I don't feel unwell, but I'm knackered from not sleeping well. I've spent the last two nights on the sofa as I cough more when I lay flat. On the sofa I sleep propped up against the arm. Also Steve is still coughing up a storm.

Today I went into town to get my hearing aids checked, I was supposed to have my ears cleared out earlier this week but despite making three separate appointments I was let down each time.

We have fish and chips this evening, one of the residents is going to collect them for us.

Lurgy

 Steve seems to have shared his lurgy with me, he greeted the fact that I snoozed on the sofa for an hour today with great glee.

He feels that if I needed a snooze then he obviously was right to stay in bed for three or four days.

He's back to pottering in the garden, he spotted a strange looking leaf in one of the hanging baskets. I thought it looked like a strawberry leaf. This suggestion was greeted with ridicule, what would a strawberry plant be doing in his hanging basket. He asked another resident for her opinion. It's a strawberry leaf she said, now I'm a genius!

He's still coughing, I suggested he wear a t-shirt in bed as it may help him cough less if he keeps his back warm .  It seems this isn't as an option as real men always sleep naked.

Hey ho, I'm going for lunch with my daughter on Friday, whoopee.

Lights!

Our lights were sorted within a couple of hours of me speaking to our site manager, fortunately.

Steve now has an upset stomach from taking too many painkillers. But he's been in the garden chatting to the neighbours. He's still convinced I should have phoned an ambulance for him.

It will be interesting to see if Steve starts drinking again today.

I need to clean the inside of my windows, I can't reach the kitchen window but I should be able to climb into the unit in the bay window and clean the ones there. I'll have to move all the trays of plants that Steve has there. I've no idea where he's going to plant them all we have no garden to speak of.

Saturday.

Steve still feels unwell, he does have a nasty cough but he doesn't have a temperature. He got up for a few hours y'day but was back in bed early. He got up today about 2 o'clock and wanted me to call an ambulance, but not until he'd eaten breakfast. He panics very easily!

It's drizzly and overcast here today, Beano's walks have had to be fitted in between the showers. He's spent most of the day curled up on his blanket on the sofa.

Lights out again!

Yet again our on-site lights have failed!

I'm up and dressed and about to visit our site manager who is due here today.

Last time this happened our manager was on holiday and the cover manager seemed to think we were all stupid. She refused to arrange for an electrician to  visit as the lights were probably ok!

I've placed my standard lamp in the corridor again as otherwise I cannot see to leave the building.

I've been advised to contact Environmental Health and will be doing so later today. 

Sick as a parrot.

Steve's not well, he thinks he caught what I've had for the past couple of weeks.

I have hayfever which I'm sure isn't contagious. Steve hasn't got a temperature so I think he probably just has a cold.I

He has gone back to bed and drawn the curtains. He went bed at 6 y'day evening and got up at 11:30 so he's been up about an hour. I took him a cup of coffee, I'm not totally heartless.

Bloody men.

My daughter's ex, is an ex for a reason, he complained endlessly when they were together. She was too fat (she's a size six), she didn't do enough housework, he didn't want to contribute to the household bills, yada, yada.  Eventually  she got fed up and they split up, he's been a PITA ever since. 

He became convinced she had someone else so he started dropping in unannounced but he was never able to catch her with anyone else.

Instead of realising that she was happy single he decided to fit a tracker to her car so he could follow her. 

When my daughter discovered the tracker she went to the police. The case is going to court!

Out of sight,

Not out of mind!

Steve is away at  a friend's wedding, he was collected this morning by the groom.

I've no idea what food was served at the reception but it won't have been to Steve's taste. Well, unless they served KFC or Mcdonalds!

This means Steve will be rat arsed as he will have eaten no food to mop up the copious amounts of Fosters he will have consumed

I was looking forward to a peaceful weekend, but it's not to be. Steve has been texting me repeatedly about a photo of a motorbike that is on his kindle from 10 years ago. I have looked but I can't find it.

I expect it's on his phone which he has with him!

I've bathed Beano and taken him for numerous walks and repeatedly looked for a 10 year old photo of a motorbike.

I'm hoping to get an early night tonight as I slept badly last night. Fortunately I no longer drive so if Steve decides he's had enough and wants to come home he'll have to manage on public transport.

Neighbours and idiots!

One of our residents popped in to see me this morning, she was very upset.

She'd put up some bunting to celebrate D Day and some bugger had complained. She asked if it was me, as she knows I'm pagan she thought I was maybe a pacifist. I assured her it wasn't me, my dad fought in the war.

She's now worried if people will complain when she puts Christmas decorations up. I've offered to help her!

We have 26 flats here and a few people think they are more entitled to their opinion than others.

Residents are allowed to complain anonymously and they do, repeatedly!

The phrase 'Get a life'  comes to mind.

This weeks fruit and veg box.

In this week's box:-

Asparagus, tomatoes, courgette, potatoes, mushrooms, orange peppers, pears, oranges and strawberries.

So lots of stuff to feed me this week. I also bought some nectarines when I was out with Betty. 

When Steve does the shopping I can ask him to buy fruit and veg for me but he really doesn't understand the need for fresh stuff. He is more likely to buy tinned or frozen.

I have bought a jar of anchovies so when I have peppers in my veg box I cut them in half, put two crossed anchovy fillets in each half along with a couple of halved cherry tomatoes. Sprinkle with some of the oil from the anchovy jar and cook until the pepper is soft.

Delicious, this was one of my fathers favourite  meals, served with crusty bread.

A trip out.

My neighbour Betty is back from her trip away and today she took me with her when she went to Waitrose.

I was so pleased to get off-site for a couple of hours.

Don't get me wrong, I like it here but Steve has started going to the get togethers in the summer house. Usually if he goes I don't as it gives me a couple of hours of peace!

Knackering.

There was a BBQ held on-site y'day for Pat's birthday.

Steve did the BBQ at Pat's request and it all went off very well.

Unfortunately I found it exhausting, not only was I up and awake from 3 a.m. it was shopping delivery day so Steve was awake and pacing from 9 a.m.

He went from panicking about the shopping to panicking about the BBQ. By the time he'd cooked the food on the BBQ I was dizzy with stress and exhaustion.

The weather stayed dry but it wasn't warm so everyone stayed in the summer house whilst Steve cooked outside. I felt it better that I stayed outside with him rather than leave him on his own. 

I have no plans today but Steve is up and about so he must have something planned.