Walked the dogs along the canal before 7 because it was such a nice morning. By 8.30 things began to go awry, my daughter managed to miss 3 school buses, while we were waiting for the Dental Practice to ring with an emergency appointment for her.
She caught the fourth bus and as I watched it go by the window the phone rang with an appointment for half past 10. So I phoned the school and asked them to tell her to be at the medical centre in time and I would meet her there.
They unfortunately told her to go immediately, and while I was in the shower I heard the phone ring. “Where are you ?”said daughter . “At home. ” I say. ” But you are supposed to be here!”. “Wait at the shops, and I’ll get there as soon as.” I say.
The bus wasn’t coming for another 45 minutes, so I pulled on some clothes and grabbed Bertha the Bike out of the shed. I hadn’t cycled for the past year and my legs were burning. I didn’t remember it being so hard. That was when I realised that the front tyre really needed some air! There wasn’t time to go back for the pump, so I kept going.
Eventually met up with daughter and walked up to the hospital/Medical Centre. Whilst I was waiting the dental nurse came out looking very concerned, She sat close to me and said we have the result of your daughter’s x-ray. In those short seconds my brain went wild,thinking oh no they have found something terrible. She leaned forward and whispered ” We have found a CAVITY!”. What a relief, I have little knowledge of dentistry but that was why I had taken her there in the first place. I consented to it being filled .
A boy opposite me was desperately trying to get some soup out of the vending machine, but his money kept falling straight through, so I offered him some 20p’s. The soup he got looked nice, so I thought I’d have some. It comes in a tiny cup of the thinnest plastic imaginable, which slipped straight through my arthritic fingers and slopped all over my jeans scalding my leg. It looked as if I had been rather ill with bits of carrot and pea stuck to my leg. So I put my rucksack over it, and thankfully it dried while I waited. I removed the reconstituted vegetables and croutons that stuck to the seat beside me.
My final act of the day was to sign the forms for D.s treatment and as I lent forward my cycling helmet shot out of my hand narrowly missing the receptionist. I was glad to leave.
I went back to retrieve Bertha after picking up some bread and provisions, I started to pack them into my rucksack when my hand slipped and they fell on the floor. A small gentleman picked them up and remarked ” You want to pack that better!”, I refrained from punching him, as I don’t think my finger joints could have taken it. I really think I should do something about them.
I now had a packed bag but still had no air in the front tyre, so I went and bought a pump that I could ill afford and wheeled the bike to the green and put air in. The return journey was so much easier.I saw my disabled neighbour as I negociated the steps at the back of the garden ,who said “How ya doin Lass? ” and cheered me up. Later I found a bottle of Cava on the doorstep with a little note, which said “From Bill upstairs.” Ahhhh.