Security, what security?

A poor night's sleep including a minor nose bleed. It was raining loudly when I woke up with a thick head. No idea why. I went to bed early and it took me a long time to fall into light sleep. Then I woke up with a trickle of blood from my nose. It didn't last long. It wasn't easy to settle down to sleep after this, and I lost two hours of sleep. I think my blood pressure is averagely lower than it used to be. An hour after taking my pills I often feel light headed. Apparently this has a medical name, linked to over medication. 

Clare had a flute lesson after breakfast. I went out and did the grocery shopping and got rained on. I took a rucksack with me rather than the trolley, and regretted it. Full to the brim, it must have weighed ten kilos. Hoisting it up on to my shoulder was a precarious exercise outside the store in the rain, once I realised it was too heavy to carry by hand. Clare made a fish pie for lunch. I slept for an hour and a half before going out for a walk. At least it had stopped drizzling by then. A mild west wind blew some of the clouds away and the sun put in a brief appearance for an hour before it set.

A week after Owain's office computer failed to install a Windows 11 update and refused to start, another replacement device was delivered from the company that does tech support. He has no idea why it should have taken so long to reconfigure a new one with all the necessary versions of work software, and was appalled that the courier service couldn't guarantee a delivery rendezvous. The courier service has been known to leave computer parcels at a recipient's door without handing it over and getting it signed for after identifying the recipient. This had happened to Owain's boss recently. So much for  adhering to a government agency's security policy. Amazingly, no arrangement has been made by the tech guys to retrieve the broken laptop. Well, you get what you budget for, I reckon.

After supper, I found an interesting crimmie to watch on BBC iPlayer, set in Bradford, the protagonist is a detective called Hardeep Virdee (aka Harry) whose family origins are in the Punjabi Sikh community who's married to a Muslim A&E nurse, both born and bred in the UK. He's been rejected by the domineering family patriarch though not by his mother and sisters, so one aspect of the story is domestic drama, the other is about drug gang wars and kids recruited into County Lines drug distribution networks. It's bi-lingual with dialogue in Punjabi and English which is unusual if not exceptional.

Another early night for me. This morning's thick head seems to be turning into something else.