1. My British Gas boiler is playing up again. I've hated it since it was installed when they flooded through the ceiling of my kitchen twice ( fortunately I was working from home and able to race upstairs to yell about it). Now it's doing its annual trick of varying the temperature of the water from warm to freezing every two minutes, with alarming clanking noises from the boiler. For anyone, having shampoo in your hair when the water suddenly goes cold is not fun. With Raynaud's it is just cruel.
An engineer is coming to fix it tomorrow. I insisted Tuesday was no good, and explained my physical problems. So, I need to be ready for the engineer between 8am and 1pm. Mornings are NOT my best time.
2. An old friend, who was my cleaner when I worked, came to see me. I haven't seen her for a while. She walked in and asked me straight out if I had cancer, and then decided I was anorexic because I'd had a biscuit with a cup of tea then went to the loo. She was adamant my visit was to throw up the biscuit. After telling her exactly what is wrong with me I received no apology, showed her the door and told her never to darken it again.
Anorexia is a serious mental illness which cannot be diagnosed on the basis of the opinion of a silly old biddy. What kind of person walks in and asks if you have cancer without so much as a "How are you"?
Grrrrrr
Right, bedtime, I have an early start in the morning.