The builders car remained all night, and all day today (it’s still there). Occasionally there is someone in neighbours, the smell of fresh paint is the give-away. Is he staying in their? (no light at night, so certainly not awake if that’s the case). But I don’t like this guy – he has an arrogance – perhaps best shown when I asked for a quote for the external works, but raised the issue of our empty flat in the block. ” Full access will be required at all times” as if we have to give him our keys for the duration. It seems that’s exactly what neightbours employing him this fortnight have done. Fortunately he’s not sent a quote for the external work, and if there’s any problem when we have to do that, “he don’t get my vote as he’s not sent his quote”. Nor even of the urgent job, the broken gutter.

Banks (again). This mania for having picture ID has now got down to a £200 transaction. It was £500 last week. I don’t have picture ID, my driving licence is too old, and passport expired years ago.

For some reason, my left ear is blocked today. Self cleaning hasn’t helped. But it leaves me with my partially deaf right ear being the only one effectively working. I lost all hearing as a child, due to illness, what I have now is what recovered, but that is a distinct lack of high frequencies in the right ear. Maybe forced to the quacks next week for a syringing.

That did not help when negociating with the bank about trying to open a new account (another rant). Having to lip read did not make eye-contact any easier.

However, I pass hospital audio tests with flying colours – because the tests are so predictable that (as a musician), I “hear” the tone because I expect it to be there.

One night in a tent in Cherbourg during a downpour. Lying in the bag, I could hear the sushhhhh of rain on tarmac. I turned over. All I could hear was plop plop plop of raindrops on the canvas. Nothing of the high frequency sushhhhh. Never had I had such an example before.