|This is the Journal of Peet (the Pedantic Punctuation Policeman, Muse of Lateral Programming Ideas, Eggcups-and-Spoonswinner, BBC Cheese Namer & Zaphodista)|
<< A little bit ill, a little bit depressed.
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|Subject: I don't know what's happening.|
Posted Apr 27, 2012 by Peet (the Pedantic Punctuation Policeman, Muse of Lateral Programming Ideas, Eggcups-and-Spoonswinner, BBC Cheese Namer & Zaphodista)
|As I was trying to stuff some food down my face to dash out for a taxi I had a visit this morning from a Council Housing Assistant with two cleaners in tow. We didn't really have time to talk at length, but the one thing he did say was that the Council would *not* move me out or provide muscle/storage for moving my furniture when they turned up to "do" my kitchen or upgrade my heating. Er1c has got a job, so won't be available for anything up to nine weeks. I have a provisional date (May 13th) for my kitchen being torn out, but no idea how I'm going to get my stuff moved out or where it'll go. |
I got the dressings on my legs changed, and it's good news. All but one of the ulcers has completely healed, and the remaining one is tiny - they assume it'll be gone in two to four weeks.
I watched "Hot in Cleveland", "New Tricks", "Grandma's House", "Crash Canyon", "Saving Grace" and I'm currently watching "The Big Bang Theory".
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