Sunday was mostly spent indoors keeping warm. I was running perilously short of milk but the thought of venturing out into the freezing fog gave me a Captain Oates complex and with a stoical rationing of tea I managed to eke the milk out until this morning. This was no mean feat as I awoke at 3.30am, 4.30am and finally gave up trying at 6am. This not only made me grumpy and tired but also gave me plenty of time to set up my early Monday morning ambush of the bin men.
Even the Uberbinfuhrerherren failed to lighten my mood. It was Recycling Day - a bit like Groundhog Day but with bins instead of groundhogs. They behaved perfectly at all 3 collections leaving my carefully pent up ire well pented up. I couldn't even drown my sorrows with a pot or two of tea as the middle of the night start to the day had depleted the milk to a trickle. I kept looking for the sunrise but gave up at 10am because it never really happened.
At lunchtime I had an appointment with the dental technician ... oh joy! I've never liked going to the dentists even for an inspection. At the ripe old age of... well ... having reached a certain age I am fortunate in retaining all my tusks with little trouble apart from the odd filling. This dislike was not assuaged by my first encounter with a vengeful harpy masquerading as a dental technician who left my gums as shredded as that well known breakfast cereal that real men can eat 3 of. This morning's encounter, dear reader, was not just of the clean & polish variety. I also had a bit of infilling at the top of a fang which required an injection. All quite painless really but with the usual side effect. Why is it that all dental persons take a vicarious delight in filling your mouth with a range of instruments including a miniature vacuum hose, numbing one side of your face so you dribble and slur like a demented loon and then proceed to ask you a succession of questions?
But did you get the milk?
ReplyDeleteI may be lacking in the bed department, Su but I am awash with milk.
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