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Monday, April 10th, 2023 09:05 pm Had a nightmare where I was somewhere doing something but suddenly felt a sharp pain in my elbow that made it impossible to lift my arm, and though I called to my friends for help they didn't come as the pain got worse and I got more desperate. At which I woke with a sharp pain in my arm from sleeping in a funny position or something. That's the elbow I can no longer straighten because maybe it got chipped in that accident 40 years ago, and which aches most of the time anyway.
Went back to sleep, woke again at quarter to nine, took meds, used bathroom, rolled back into bed again and drowsed, listening to M next door running up and down the corridor, went back to sleep, and woke some time later to hammering from next door. Seemed odd that the tenants would be assembling Ikea furniture but who knows? It was only when I was up and ready to go out that I realized it wasn't Ikea, and hadn't been M either: it was workmen putting in new windows. Which lord knows were needed, because the old wooden ones leaked air. But the new ones aren't sash, like the old ones. They're swing-out casements, and those have a tendency to list over time, pulling downwards because of the weight. That's if the opening crank also doesn't get pulled out of true so you can't open them at all. But that's the kind of windows they're pushing these days, when they aren't installing the five foot square jobbies that put your life on display for the neighbours or require you to live behind closed curtains or blinds like Italian grandparents.
Then returned from erranding, I saw they'd replaced the front downstairs window as well. Now my front window has never been opened in the 35 years I've been here, because I had it fitted with a plexiglass cover advertised to keep noise out. Which it does marvellously, as well as heat and cold. But next door wasn't as efficient, so yes, replace, but to do it they had to take out the stained glass transom over the sash window, which was one of the charming touches to these houses. So I'm a bit sad about that, even though it isn't my house.
Went back to sleep, woke again at quarter to nine, took meds, used bathroom, rolled back into bed again and drowsed, listening to M next door running up and down the corridor, went back to sleep, and woke some time later to hammering from next door. Seemed odd that the tenants would be assembling Ikea furniture but who knows? It was only when I was up and ready to go out that I realized it wasn't Ikea, and hadn't been M either: it was workmen putting in new windows. Which lord knows were needed, because the old wooden ones leaked air. But the new ones aren't sash, like the old ones. They're swing-out casements, and those have a tendency to list over time, pulling downwards because of the weight. That's if the opening crank also doesn't get pulled out of true so you can't open them at all. But that's the kind of windows they're pushing these days, when they aren't installing the five foot square jobbies that put your life on display for the neighbours or require you to live behind closed curtains or blinds like Italian grandparents.
Then returned from erranding, I saw they'd replaced the front downstairs window as well. Now my front window has never been opened in the 35 years I've been here, because I had it fitted with a plexiglass cover advertised to keep noise out. Which it does marvellously, as well as heat and cold. But next door wasn't as efficient, so yes, replace, but to do it they had to take out the stained glass transom over the sash window, which was one of the charming touches to these houses. So I'm a bit sad about that, even though it isn't my house.
