It was time for our annual dental check-up, which had already been postponed by the surgery from July. If you have been to the dentist's recently, you will have experienced something like the following before: a few days beforehand I received a text from the surgery reminding me of the appointment and asking me to reply OK or NO to let them know if we were coming. In the early morning of the appointment (I was still in bed!) I received another text telling me to wait outside the surgery either in the car or on foot and to inform them by text when we had arrived. Then we had to wait until someone came out to summon us. The car park is small and was rather full, but my husband squeezed in somehow. We were conducted to an empty waiting room and finally, 45 minutes later, were inspected by the dentist. Small filling for me, nothing for OH. We then had to pay on the staircase via a hand held machine (what if you only had cash?) and exit via the fire escape (rather hairy). Don't know how this system would work if one didn't have a mobile phone or a bank card. The dentist was so well masked up that I could hardly hear what she was saying, not that I could have replied, anyway.
Recycling box (glass, cardboard and paper) and bag (cans, plastic, foil, etc.) to go out tonight, ready for the early morning collection. The big bin is collected only every three weeks, but the recycling box and bag are emptied every week, There's also a small bin for food waste, which is emptied every week, but we put our food waste in the composter. All these bins, boxes, bags have to dragged down to the end of our lane.
Lunch was our usual mixed salad with a selection of cheeses, rice cakes and oatcakes, followed by coffee and home made mince pies. I always make enough for both my children and families and we get the misshapes. Supper tonight will be chicken curry, made with leftovers from a whole roast chicken and some vegetables and served with rice and naan breads.
The Repair Shop tonight on TV, which leaves me feeling warm and cosy, though sometimes a bit tearful. I love the bits in between with pretty views of the countryside or nature, too. The specialist repairers are amazingly clever.
