Today I woke up during a storm outside. The wind was howling in off the sea and there was torrential rain. On Instagram I’ve seen photos of wild seas and high waves further along the coast. I felt safe and snug in my warm bed, knowing that my front and back doors are locked, that no one can get in, and even if there’s a flood warning, I won’t get flooded.
The biggest problem with this weather is that it makes me feel congested and breathless very easily. I have used my inhaler regularly during this month of rain. I am meant to use it morning and night, but I have on occasion used it four times a day.
The pain I mentioned earlier this week has gone. That is a relief, as it was tiring. To be pain free is a luxury. I mean unusual or more pain than normal, since I tend to experience it all the time, if I stop to think about it, which I don’t.
I have made some tough decisions this week, as I had another phone call for Quay Living. I asked the caller who had given them my number. They wouldn’t give a name, but what they did tell me was sufficient, so I told the police.
It is malice, my former neighbour. Maybe now her fraud and other criminal behaviour will be dealt with.