Remember way back in August, me telling you about Husband dearest having a shower - hardly worth posting about you may think - but it was when that shower occurred in ..... the living room. Yes, our 5-year-old boiler (only just out of guarantee, of course!) had burst causing water to pour through the ceiling.
Anyway, long story, it wasn't until September that we eventually got the thing fixed only for me to go into the bathroom on Friday and find the floor soaking wet. Yes, the boiler (replaced only 7 months ago) was, if not exactly pouring water, drip-dripping and had been doing so for some time if the inside of the cupboard in which it is stored is anything to go by. Oh dear - or words to that effect.
As I said, long story which gets even longer but not wishing to bore you, after a week-end of drip-dripping and constantly having to empty the rapidly filling bowl which was catching the drip-drips, an engineer, as promised, arrived early Tuesday afternoon, took a look, shook his head and declared the boiler to be unrepairable - yes, another new one is needed, we can only hope this one lasts more that 7 months.
Friday dealt with, what about Saturday? Oh yes, I spent most of the day visiting you, my blogger buddies, before settling down with Husband dearest to watch ROBIN WILLIAMS in his latest live show, Weapons Of Self Destruction, which we'd recorded the night before - Have any of you seen it? I was bitterly disappointed as I usually find R.W. very funny, both in films and doing stand-up, but on this occasion found him to be anything but - he swore way too much for my liking and I didn't think his material was (as my nana would say) anything to write home about either.
Sunday, now let me see ....... what happened Sunday? Oh yes, a certain blogger celebrated her first blogoversary.
Not wishing to let the day go by without a celebration (but mainly because we couldn't be bothered to cook, that is Husband dearest couldn't be bothered to cook and I couldn't be bothered to heat something up in the oven/microwave) we decided to eat out at one of our favourite Italian restaurants only to find it had been taken over some 7 weeks previously. Still, a nice man now owns the business, chatty but didn't hover over us while we ate, and the food was good - my risotto al fungi (why can't they just say mushrooms and rice?) being particularly nice.
Monday saw the first of my hospital appointments at the Pain Management Clinic where I saw one of the nicest doctors I think I've ever met. Thorough, she explained things in a way that I understood and actually really listened. The result being, after discussing several possibilities, we agreed that local anaesthetic patches were my best option. The problem being they are expensive (£100 for a box of 30 which may last for only 10 days depending on how many patches I need) so, even if they do work, I may have to battle with my GP to prescribe them for me.
Tuesday. (I've already covered the heating engineer) and the second of my two hospital appointments, this one at the Ear, Nose and Throat clinic (ENT).
A truly horrible, I'd even go as far as to say traumatic. experience. The doctor was nice enough and the two nurses in attendance lovely but I was put through an examination that I simply don't want to post about except to say I still haven't fully recovered from it - hence my not being around as much in the last couple of days. Just as well I had several posts ready to go including the majority of this one. Yes, thank goodnes for being able to draft and schedule items.
Which just leaves me with the question .......