Another morning spent waiting for the parcel to arrive, but then it just did not arrive. An email arrived informing that it was not going to arrive. There was a strike of postal workers recently, that is probably the reason for this. The sun is warm today, it feels good to sit at the side of the street and to relax.
Walk through the town, the everyday activity since that dose of covid last summer and then again in the winter. Now, with the steady recovery, it will be possible to take up longer walks again. Tomorrow is the day of the doctor's appointment, hopefully he will have nothing horrible to say.
Today was a warm day, but the night is still cool. The small whirring heater is heating the room up to eighteen degrees centigrade, a reasonable temperature. And now the thermostat has turned it off and it just makes a humming noise.
A long telephone call with a friend, and she says that she had forgotten to ask for someone to repair the verandah door. The stupid thing will still not open. Now there is hope that she will remember and that someone will fix it.
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