We had a disturbed night, around midnight, when T was really not very happy and descended into a couple of hours of coughing, despite all the medicine I could give him. In the end, I found a comedy radio programme in BBC Sounds – ‘I’m sorry I haven’t a clue’ and this was enough of an amusing distraction to calm the cough.
He definitely was not feeling on top form today but I managed to get him out to Daycare. I think it is important for him to mix with other people and the stimulation they provide.
I dropped T off and H and I went to Castle Meadows where the floodwaters are creeping higher and higher across the Lower Meadows.
I chatted to another ex teacher about the Isle of Man and schools where we had taught. And Wycombe Abbey and it’s ex-inmates. She has a dog called Oscar and a crazy springer called Lu .
My return meant the completion of my routine household chores – connecting the rubbish outside the back door with alleyway bins. Electrically drying off contents of the washing machine. Unloading and loading the dishwasher. Changing sheets. Tidying up. Waiting for Pen to arrive from deepest Devon.
In the midst of all this I received an electronic certificate of service from the boiler service people. This firm leaves me speechless, The form consisted of lots of tickboxes including ticking of things they had not done. They never checked I was aware of how to fill/ bleed the system. They did not check room thermostats and zones , or the timers. And those were just the boxes I understood the meaning of. I had actually asked the man to bleed the system and he did not. And I forgot to remind him. I now have a radiator key as of last Sunday, so the radiators are bled. But fill the system? No idea what that means unless it is what Dave did.
To me that is dishonest, especially since the boiler was not working properly less than 48 hours later.
All this, with a company with lots of five star ratings. Further investigating, however, revealed only one review in the last 7 months. All other reviews were 2 years old or more, which seemed odd. And, of course, when we first employed this company two years ago, those were the current reviews.
Pen had arrived just before it was time to collect T. We were hunting a venu for a coffee out, near the river, but the Swan had no indoor seating left. So we retreated to the Beetle where there were only staff present, but the bar, with its subdued lighting, and warm wood stove provided a cosy ambiance.
Egg Mayo salad was supper.
But first, we put together a cute miniature Christmas tree from Pen and played more magnetic stones.
Pen left and I visited an unconscious zone. Cold feet awoke me after midnight. I had sleep to catch up on after the previous night. But I had done a pretty good job after 21.00 this evening.
I watched a bit of ‘I’m a Celebrity…’. I never, ever thought I would say this … Ever. Ever in a million years… or even a trillion.
I am impressed by Nigel Farage. Sssh! Don’t tell anyone I said that!
First he was very funny, in word and action at the pizza challenge. He carried it out without fuss. But his comments and delivery were hilarious. And also, he was very supportive to Nella. They were great.
Another noisy coughing episode punctuated the night. Nothing I could do or offer was right. In fact he end I resorted to more radio comedy. And things calmed down. This morning was pretty awful too when T awoke. All is calmer now.
Thought for the Day
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