Friday/Saturday 23/24 January - discombobulations and surprises

 Yesterday and today was were full of them.

 Yesterday was dentist day. Dentist afternoon, really, but it seemed to affect the whole day. 

It takes us 45 - 60 minutes to drive to the dentist  normally,  but BB had driven through heavy rain, half-flooded roads and three sets of roadworks for an emergency appointment on Wednesday and it had taken heading for 90 minutes. (He'd broken another crown on Tuesday, did I already say?).

So we allowed extra time, and found the rain had stopped, and the puddles had drained away, and only one of the roadworks caused any delays. We were half an hour early. 

Meanwhile we'd had a light lunch, just a toasted cheese sandwich, at 11.30 instead of a main meal around 1. It felt... weird. Are we getting too set in our ways?

The new hygienist obviously decided I was a fragile invalid and I was treated to the most delicate and gentle experience ever... not what I'd been expecting after my son had described her as having done an 'industrial level cleaning' when he went some months ago.

'You'll be fine,' I said to BB, based on my experience, as we waited for his turn. Half an hour later he emerged her the room  looking... well, looking as though he'd just undergone the industrial version. It's not that she's rough or hurts you or anything, but she was very, very, very thorough! Give me the delicate version every time!

I also had a checkup. The dentist has a new gadget, and scanned my teeth in such a way as to be able to display a 3-D image of what looked a set of false teeth on a screen. I have never seen such a set of crooked teeth, all overlapping and leaning against one another at crazy angles. Were they really mine? I suppose they must be!

We came home,  starving, and had a main meal at about 5 instead of light supper at 6. All - just - weird. Again. 

Still, that's me done and dusted for 6 months. BB is back next week for the crown. Or maybe a different one, I think there is an earlier replacement crown still to be finished.  I lose track.

Today has been blissfully quiet and uneventful, and all the meals happened as normal.

Apart from one major, important, joyful cause for celebration. BB's wedding ring slipped off his finger AGAIN about two weeks ago, and we had resigned ourselves to its loss. 

But this morning as I rummaged through the vegetable drawer in search of baking potatoes,  there, at the very back, was a glint of gold...

We rejoiced.

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