This week has been quite strange. I had arranged to replace my boiler, and they arrived at 8am some days ago. I was still taking the steroids, whichis irrelevent.
They seemed to come in and out quite a bit. After five hours it was done and they left, leaving me the instructions.
When I went into the bathroom, I was a bit shocked at the mess they’d left. That evening, just after 11pm, I got a phone call from the police. I protested the time, and it was because a neighbour had noticed my front door had been open. Was I ok?
I replied that if a neighbour is concerned, they can come and enquire.
The next day I realised the small top windowin the bathroom was wide open. Too far open for me to reach. No wonder I had felt so cold! Eventually, a neighbour came and closed it.
I have continued to rest and sleep a lot.
I am much recovered. My cousin phoned today as she does every week.
I thought I had more to say, but now I can’t think of anything more.
I’m grateful to Susi Bocks for showcasing some of my poetry on her blog.
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