Cloudy

and overcast here today, it rained overnight and into the morning.

Steve seems to have rejoined the human race today, he was up and dressed by 11 o'clock.

He went on a bender on Saturday  and drank far too much, Sunday he was grumpy and miserable all day.

He's better today but is refusing to wear his hearing aids, he believes there is nothing wrong with his hearing, I just don't speak clearly!!

Funnily enough he wears his hearing aids when mixing with other people!

I need to walk to the pet shop today or tomorrow and get Beano a pack of dentastix. I also need to make a batch of chocolate brownies for a meeting on Wednesday with the new manager and some of the residents.

Yesterday I got a small bag of cooking apples, they were on a garden wall along where I walk Beano. I shall make some individual servings of apple and blackberry crumble for me. We have blackberries growing near our flat that I can pick.

Beano builds a nest

Whilst I was in the kitchen making a cup of tea, Beano decided to build him self a small nest of cushions and blankets.

There are two of the sofa cushions, two blankets that are kept over the back of the sofa for daytime naps and chilly evenings. There is also a small patchwork blanket made for Beano by a boating friend.

Wild flower meadow

This is just outside our door, Steve and Harry planted it not long after we moved in. It was previously just covered in old estate agents boards and ivy. Of course some of the neighbours complained. They preferred the boards and the ivy. 

I've thought for a while about how difficult Steve is, living here there seem to be a few people like him. Always complaining and moaning.

The mad cat lady is complaining about the area above as it presents a risk to her cat. She has also complained about Beano and the two dogs on the top floor. There are new people moving in who have two cats, we have been asked by her to sign a petition stopping this as her cat can't cope with the thought of other cats on its territory.

Itchy bitchy

The skin under my chin and along my jaw line is covered in itchy lumps and bumps, I think it's stress hives.

It's something that I get occasionally usually just for a few days, but this time I've had them for three weeks.

I'm sure they will go eventually.

Unfortunately I have now developed a twitch in my right eye, which is a bit of a bugger and I find it irritating.

I'm obviously falling apart at the seams.

These things are sent to try us and try us they do!

I'm not stupid.

Neither am I a genius but I do understand why we need to make a decision.

The freehold of our flats is up for sale, the housing association that currently owns the freehold is disposing of all their owner occupied flats. They wish to concentrate on their rental portfolio.

Because of this we have had numerous residents meetings and many pieces of paperwork delivered to us.

Despite all the information we have been given we still have three residents who are adamant they wish to stay  with the current housing association!

None of them can accept that this is not possible.

Another meeting tomorrow, we have had discussions about us, as residents buying the freehold. As some of the residents are extremely argumentative I can't see this being viable. Some of the residents think they have more rights than others to decide what should be done. Some because they have been here longer, some because they believe themselves to be more intelligent.

What will be, will be, I'll wait and see.

Cunning plan.

Steve came up with a cunning plan.

As I refused to take over cooking duties he announced that he had injured his wrist.

He couldn't remember how he'd injured it but it was very painful, though not swollen.

Harry agreed to give him a lift to the nearest pharmacy so he could buy a wrist support.

I agreed to cook for a few days as he claimed his wrist was too painful.

The meals I have provided have been simple, we've had fish and chips from a nearby shop. Steve also requested a plate of ribs in BBQ sauce one day and chicken wings in BBQ sauce another day.

Today I had a gammon joint, some leftover wings and I cooked some chicken breasts. I served these with buttered new potatoes and salad.

To Steve's disgust there was no gravy, I don't serve gravy with salad as they don't seem to go together to me.

Steve reluctantly ate the food provided but I notice he is no longer wearing his wrist support. I assume he will take up his cooking duties again soon.

Argument

I've just spent a pointless 15 minutes trying to persuade Steve that there are not two Saturdays in a week.

In the end I gave up, he's trying to fill his tablet dispenser, it holds a month's worth of tablets. I used to fill it for him but gave up when he continually criticised my way of filling it.

In Steve's world there is only one way of doing everything, his way!

He seems to have strained his thumb though he doesn't know how, maybe it's arthritis, he is sporting a wrist support and eating painkillers like sweeties.