The last three days have all been about aggravation. On Tuesday Paul drove down to B&Q at Enfield to pick up stuff for the radiator cover he was going to make for the box room. We had been calling it the closet room, but have now decided to call it the box room, as it's where Tiny's box is and where we have now put all the Christmas boxes after Paul put together an eight-cubed shelf on top of the laundry basket/suitcase cover.
On Wednesday, Paul popped into the doctor to get a 24 hour blood pressure monitor fitted. We expected it to be a wrist watch-size device. Instead it looked like a bus conductor's money pouch connected to an arm band that ran around the back of his neck. Worst of all was that the damn thing would go off every 15 minues during the day, and every hour at night. The noise from the pump was annoying enough. However, Paul had the arm band squeezing the life out of his arm every quarter of an hour. Needless to say, little got done on Wednesday.
On Thursday morning Paul took the contraption back to the doctors and then got stuck into his list of tasks again. He partly completed the radiator cover and put more shelves up in the box room. He also ran out to Morrisons to get the week's groceries and picked up some fish and chips for dinner when he collected Dawn from the station.
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