Virus Days 8

The latest news I have about my uncle is better. Last night the nurse told us when we phoned that he had been tested for the virus and was negative, which was great news. Over here, anyone admitted to A&E with breathing issues gets tested. He was also moved out of ICU and into a coronary care unit due to a heart condition that he never told us he had. Jeez Uncle, if we had known about the heart condition, we'd have insisted on him getting help sooner. I could scream! This morning we called to be told he was better and my dad was able to talk to him. He seemed quite bright and able to breathe which was a huge relief. There is still a risk of complications and infections but things look more positive. Thank you for your kind comments and support. *hugs*

It's turning out to be a really stressful week (surprise!) I was really annoyed last night as I was trying to get to sleep to discover that my crown had broken off for no reason. Great. That's two teeth that will need repaired when lockdown bloody ends. What a treat that will be. I'm just glad I don't need to pay for all this treatment.

To cap things off, one of our neighbours has been messing about with our bins and thinking we don't know they are doing it. We have four bins-grey general rubbish (every 4 weeks), brown food and garden waste (every two weeks), blue paper and cardboard (every four weeks), and green bottles, cans and glass (every four weeks). Two weeks ago we put out green bin and when I looked in it hours before the bin collection, I saw a ton of general and food waste shoved on top of it. We emptied it into a bag and told the bin men who kindly took it away. Last week I looked in our grey bin and saw a black binbag stuffed in which wasn't ours-we use white bin bags. Inside it was stuff meant to be recycled along with general crap. I removed it but I was really angry.

It makes me really mad because I follow the rules-rinsing food waste out of cans, bottles and plastic trays to recycle. Some lazy ignorant arse aka The Phantom Bin Bamstick who can't be bothered taking the time to put the right thing in the right bin is risking my dad getting a £1000 fine for this. That's two weeks in a row we could've been fined. And the culprit is doing this after my dad goes to bed, in the dark. Now we've had to spend nearly fifty pounds on bin locks to keep them out and I'll need to get up early every week to unlock it before the bin men arrive. As soon as we get a bin outside with the lock on it, we intend sit up through the night to confirm who it is and laugh when he can't get it open! 

I hope you guys are having a decent week and staying safe.