This is the view outside our home at the moment (the bricks down to the kerb on the left mark our driveway). We don’t actually know what is going on (why would the council want to inform residents?!), but it is making backing off the driveway a lot easier for me! There is a barricade and a “road closed” sign just before the house and Simon and I feel just a little special when we drive past them to get to our home! Sad, I know!
Our dishwasher has broken down – this is terribly distressing. I love having a dishwasher, I can’t believe I was ever against getting one (we never had one when I was working). I suspect it is the heating element that has died as the machine is still running but everything is staying cold (and other than being rinsed thoroughly in cold water is not much cleaner). I’m trying to find out if it is worth getting it fixed or whether it will cost as much to replace the machine. As it is only 20 months old, I feel there is an element of built in obsolescence here.
On Friday, three and a half weeks after I saw the gynaecologist, I finally received a letter from the hospital. Not with a date for an appointment at the “cyst clinic”, but with a request that I ring their central booking system to make an appointment. So I spent the day trying to ring. Most of the day the recorded message said they were “experiencing a high volume of calls. . .”, and an hour before closing time it changed to permanently engaged. The recorded message suggested emailing as an option, and in the end I did that. Which means, of course, that I still don’t know when I might get seen. It is a strange system. Basically, they want proof I am still alive and interested in treatment before they book me an appointment. In the meantime I am actually in pain (in fairness I wasn’t before). Even with the new medication for me period things were so bad this weekend that I didn’t get to Church on Sunday. Being “too unwell” to go to church makes me feel like a terrible wimp, I mean, I live next door, it is not as if there is travelling involved. I actually slept through a large amount of Sunday – definitely a relief for the rest of the household as my mood when awake left a lot to be desired. I did manage to cook dinner, which is more than I did on Saturday as Simon kindly decided to intervene (not sure whether that was to protect me or his stomach!).