Saturday, a day that had a morning of preparation as I printed off poems and practiced reading them. There followed quite a long wrestle with the technology as Zoom insisted on upgrading on my “unrecognised” device. It took for what felt for ever, so what was supposed to be a relaxed approach to the poetry Stanza turned out to be an unseemly and anxious rush. However once into the meeting the afternoon went by very pleasantly, my poem went okay and there were some lovely ones from the rest of the group.
Post stanza I moved into evening and of course Strictly. A strange fascination, I have no idea why I watch it, perhaps it is just something about dance for dance sake. AS the day progresses I feel the soreness in my mouth increase due the sharpness of the tooth that has lost its filling. It tends to take the joy out of food. I am increasingly looking forward to Monday morning dentist appointment. The evening ends with a film. A nonsense film full of the usual technology is dangerous messages is the food for the evening before I down my night meds and go to bed.
Sunday and I wake up to a coffee brought to me by my partner. We laze in bed and chat about family matters, finances and plans for the coming week. It is a time to catch up and see how we are. Having chatted we get up for breakfast after which we make our usual face to face call to our youngest daughter with the new grandson. I fill my drugs wallets for the next two weeks and then drive my partner and I to the local garden centre to get food and odd items for Christmas. The weather is cold and damp with a wintery nip in the air. On the return journey I check the car tyres and fill the tank in preparation for my drive to York tomorrow. I also manage to get a bottle of mouth wash for my sore mouth. Once home I immediately use the mouthwash and get some relief for my sore mouth. I then rest from the effort and continue to read Tom’s Midnight Garden until up to doing other things. One of the other things I do is finally move the last remaining storage box of my deceased families trinkets, fripperies and jewellery into the loft with the help of my eldest daughter. At last the hallway is almost reclaimed apart from some pictures that I need to find homes for. There is time to catch a rugby match before tea and then of course the Strictly results show. Justice is done as Angela Rippon bites the dust.
There is time to pack for my York trip and to get ready to travel. I finalise the Tesco order and leave a list of things that the garden guy needs to do on Monday. I am trying to ensure that I have done everything I need to do before my brief trip. Of course my first port of call in the morning is the dentist who I am hoping will work her miracles and remove the cause of my sore mouth. Then it will be a stately drive up the motorway. I take my night meds and go to my bed hoping for a good nights sleep.
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