Being on a rostered day off I wanted to get my current
geo-project over and done with, and so a very early start at it made for an
early finish.
I then took the dogs for a walk. We went to Orelstone Woods
where we met the chap with whom we’d had a run-in a few weeks ago. Rather than
waving his dog around like a rag doll (like he did previously) he picked
his dog up and tucked it under his arm as he walked past. He grunted “Good
Morning” and busied off.
With him gone we had a good walk. The dogs played and ran
and straggled as dogs do, and Fudge joined in the chase with Pogo and Treacle.
Pogo and Treacle are really good to Fudge; when he chases them you can see them
slow down so he can keep up, and when he loses interest they speed up again.
It was mid-morning before I got to peer into the Internet.
Amazon had given me a three months free trial access to
Amazon music. I won’t be taking up that offer. They also suggested I might like
to buy a book from them that I had already bought from them. Greg Williams (?)
and Prateek Sinha (?) had both asked to by my chum on LinkedIn (does
anyone *do* anything on or with LinkedIn?)
I also saw that my subscription to Project GC was about to
expire, so I renewed it. It’s a rather useful thing to have when rummaging
under a film pot is what floats your boat.
I ordered more food for the pond fish. Using the “order
again” option I could be sure of getting the right thing, and the stuff is
now a pound cheaper than it was in April. I saw that as something of a result.
I wrote up some CPD, then spent a little
while on a geo-jigsaw puzzle before going down the road to the dentist. Last
week they’d phoned me to cancel my appointment. When I told them that I wasn’t
going to pay them for appointments they weren’t keeping they suddenly reinstated
my appointment for me. They phoned me yesterday afternoon to confirm the
appointment, and then phoned again half an hour later to cancel. When I
complained they offered me an appointment with another dentist. When I told
them that I didn’t care who I saw they were somewhat amazed.
I walked down the road to the dentist to find the place had
a notice on the door saying that they were closed on the advice of the British
Dental Association. Just as I finished reading and was about to come home so
the door opened. The work experience girl came out (in *very* loose fitting
surgical scrubs, full face mask and visor) and asked what I wanted. I told
her I thought I had an appointment; she went in, got my notes and conducted the
pre-examination interview in the street outside the surgery for all the world
to see and hear. Mind you I wasn’t complaining; the loose-fitting surgical
scrubs didn’t keep much secret. There was a dodgy five minutes when she
measured my temperature as being at fever-pitch. It might have been brought on
by the grandstand view I had of her rather epic unbridled chest (in all its
glory), but was more likely to have been the result of her using a
contactless thermometer in bright sunshine. Covering up to get a little shade
brought the temperature down. She could have done with covering up her chest
too, but I said nothing.
She then took me through to see the dentist. Everyone was in
full disease-containment garb, and the dentist took maybe a quarter of the time
they usually take rummaging in my gob before telling me I needed a filling, I needed
to make another appointment, and he said he would arrange to have me escorted
to the receptionist (presumably I couldn’t be trusted to walk ten yards).
As I waited for escort, so the dental nurse methodically scrubbed everything
with which I had been in contact. However she did not touch the overhead lamp
the dentist uses to light up people’s cake-holes.
Now it doesn’t take a rocket scientist (or a blood
scientist!) to realise that when the dentist rummages in my gob then
adjusts the light, he is transferring whatever is in my gob to that light. And
then when the next patient is in the chair, he then transfers whatever he put
on that light into their gob.
I got taken to the receptionists who were wearing their
face masks as though they were some kind of necklace. I tried to make an
appointment, but was told that they didn’t know what dentists (if any)
were working this week, and someone would phone me by the end of the day on
Friday. Probably.
I smiled underneath the mask I had to wear; I’ve often
thought about going to another surgery as they can be rather useless., But
being just down the road from home puts them in a very convenient location, and
I wonder how many other dental practices have as impressive chests on wanton
display.
I came home and spent the rest of the afternoon ironing
whilst watching episodes of “The Young Offenders”.
"er indoors TM" then boiled up a
very good bit of dinner which we scoffed whilst watching the final of “Bake
Off: The Professionals”. We washed it down with a rather good bottle of plonk.
I think I should go to bed before I fall asleep…
No comments:
Post a Comment