Feeling strange and Ireland lost!…

My daughter was supposed to collect my prescription yesterday, but they did not reach my home. I had asked her to get them on Friday, but she didn’t see my message. So now I have missed two doses of the medicine that most affects me if I miss a dose. I get swimmy in my head, and then dizzy which means I can’t walk or stand.

A friend down the road is going to collect it tomorrow and then I will switch back to a pharmacy that delivers. The one in the High St closed and all customer records were sent to a very unsuitable pharmacy.

I found my home much too hot today and couldn’t figure it out. I went to the boiler to reduce the heating, and then went to my thermostat. It was on 30 C !!! That’s like 95 F. Whoever did that was very unwise and didn’t ask my permission. It is turned down now and I’m wearing a T shirt.

I felt recovered from my misadventures in Salisbury. I caught up with the rest I needed, and recovered from being cold for quite a while. In fact, my friend, Ian Chorlton turned on the heated seat in his car, which was wonderful.

A plant I bought before travelling to Salisbury is still in my trolley.

I just went to rescue it and it is suffering from lack of light and water. I hope to nurture it to health again.

I haven’t been out since arriving back, as naps and rain got in the way. I won’t be able to go out tomorrow as I will be dizzy.

I have been cross with my friend who asked me to go on a date. He had reason to be in hospital and told me he would message me later. He didn’t so I got very worried and phoned. No answer. Messaged. No answer. Finally, yesterday he sent a message that he was with his daughters. At home. My frantic worry is now a crossness. I need to speak to him about this. And a date is now even more out of the question.

I have been writing. An article was submitted to Fearless She Wrote. And then I heard it was curated by medium.com. This has confused me as I thought a publication accepting an article was curation.

The email said it was very high quality writing. In my opinion other articles I’ve written have been better…

What I find odd is that they ask for good grammar. I have read articles written as Americans speak. That is often a grammar fail. Oh well, as long as I’m happy I don’t mind.

My heating and some discoveries…

For almost a week now I have felt a chill in my room as I write. I thought the wind had changed direction. Why I would settle for this assumption is beyond me. Why would I just accept such a dumb thought???

On Sunday early evening, I put my hand on the radiator and it was stone cold!

My heating is not working and I let it go for so long! I’ve now phoned the company that services my heating. It should be put right later.

For a while, I have been trying to access my notes on facebook. There are lots of poems in them, but whenever I scroll down I just get a buffering. Today I grew impatient and put in the title of a poem I was looking for in the search bar on my homepage, together with my name and voila! I found lots of my poetry that I had shared in a group after they were published.

Now why didn’t I think of that before? So I was able to send them to a friend I will see tomorrow, who will print them for me.

I feel such pleasure that I have accessed these. I could read from my book, and it will be lighter than carrying lots of printed pages.

So now I am going to make some hot chocolate and have some rosti topped with cheese.