Medications

The day dawned wet. Very wet. H didn’t even bother to look outside … she sort of absorbed what was going on. And didn’t like it.
I felt very tired and achey this morning. I awoke to struggle with the thought that we were supposed to be somewhere and that would mean getting T up which I was not relishing. It was all fantasy, however.

So I stayed in bed and fed T increasing doses of medication. When he starts a coughing fit, he now receives 1ml of special medicine to calm him so he does not irritate his lungs through coughing. He is permanently on paracetamol for his headaches.
He was really angry with me for the first syringe dose so I slunk away and left it for a while. My second attempt annoyed him too.

Dave rang to OK it to bring some garden cushions round to go in our loft. And he arrived with all sorts of bubble bath supplies to give T a bath. That was a good idea since T is not very good at using soap at the moment.
So a bath was a treat and he got himself in and out of it.

The hot water ran cold, to start with, failing to fill the bath. The boiler pressure was very low and Dave added more water to the boiler which improved everything. This happened less than 48 hours after the boiler service. The supposed fixers couldn’t fix the underfloor heating and promised to send notes on the service which Nuheat are waiting for because they have not sent them. Their boiler service seems dubious too.

What puzzles me is: 1. why they didn’t say last winter that they were not under floor heating fixers. 2. What happened to the part they supposedly ordered last February. 3. Why our boiler was working perfectly before the engineer (also the boss) got his hands on it. 4. What excuses he will come up with . A leak I suspect . And they have five star reviews!!

The useless idiots had no emergency service so no complaint will register before Monday when they will receive my email registering our complaint. My strongly worded email.

After his bath, T played a rather cunning magnetic game with Dave and then with George. It requires few bits and pieces, is simple to set up, and is funny to watch.

Dave and G departed. We had some lunch and I eventually took H out to Castle Meadows. Daylight was fading by now but there were a few dog walkers around in the dying gloom. It was muddy and cold and trying to rain. Unfortunately cattle dotted the area where I wanted to walk, but H showed little interest. My watch went flat.

Pub near the meadows – borrowed photo

H and the beasts

I picked up a few items at Tescos in Cholsey, to liven up an egg salad for our supper. It still was not very exciting.

T has been troubled by his cough on and off today. Not explosive coughing, but regular , repeated rather rattly attempts. I think he exacerbates it because he does not like how it feels and perpetuates it. As the nurse pointed out, he is probably irritating his lungs further.

Strictly: I fear Angela Rippon’s days are numbered, at the age of 79. Wow! I resent Layton. He is very very good but he is trained in ballet, jazz and tap and performed as Billy Elliott in the West End. He should never have been invited to compete. There is a very high standard this year.

I fell asleep in front of the box, waking up with ice blocks for feet, and I found it very hard to get my bedtime act together.

But once in bed I had no trouble returning to sleep.

Another photo I had to borrow -our wonderful countryside.