Just lolling about

We have spent most of the day lolling about, interspersed with little bursts of activity every so often.

This morning, we lolled in bed until about eleven o’clock. I didn’t want to get up to face the inevitable; and John didn’t want to get up because he felt tired. When we finally got up, we had a bite to eat and mooched about a bit before we thought about the jobs we’ve got listed – one of which is to make the Christmas cake. I normally make it by the end of October to give it plenty of ‘drinking’ time so, while John was looking up something on the computer, I rummaged in the cupboards to see whether there were any ingredients we needed to buy.

By the time I had done that and made a list of things to get, it was time to set off for the dentist. As I said, I was a little nervous about the visit because I am not normally tripping into the dentist’s surgery in unusual circumstances. My anxiety was the fact that I still have pain.

As it turned out, I needn’t have worried. The dentist did another x-ray and promptly said that he wouldn’t be keen to be injecting pain relief into a stream of nerves that were already inflamed. He showed me the x-ray, and I could see exactly where the infection was seated. “Can you bite down on that tooth?” he asked. Erm… hello?…. I mean, it’s painful. “No,” I replied, and then, feeling a bit foolish by my description, told him: “that tooth feels a bit spongy.” He nodded. “Exactly. That’s telling you that there is still an infection. And we wouldn’t want to be drilling into that.”

I trotted out from the dentist’s surgery to John waiting in the car park, clutching another prescription for stronger antibiotics. He was surprised to see me out so early. He’d just been thinking: ‘Ooooh, she’ll be having the injection now…..’ when I opened the car door. I am not sure whether he was relieved or not by the fact that I’d got more, stronger antibiotics and another appointment for next Thursday, or whether he was wishing I’d had something done. Anyway, we drove home – me, the embodiment of relief…… and keeping my fingers crossed that these antibiotics do the trick and I can stop popping the painkillers.

This afternoon, we nipped into the Co-op to buy the few things needed for the Christmas cake. Disappointingly, they were out of mixed peel. No worries – I’ll make my own. I have oranges and lemons and sugar – should be simple, yes?

Then we came home to loll on the sofa all afternoon – a-snoozing sometimes, lifting a bleary eye to watch whatever the other one of us was watching on TV at other times. And that’s how the rest of the day passed until just before tea, when John thought he’d try and fit the new hose, which arrived yesterday, to the tumble dryer. “What did you do with old hose?” he wondered. “I threw it away,” I replied, “Like you said….” Ah….. it transpired that the fixing on the new hose wasn’t quite the same as the one I’d chucked out. Anyway, he found a solution: Gaffa Tape. Trusty old Gaffa Tape.

This evening, we lolled our way through Bake-Off and caught up on a GoggleBox that we’d recorded and then through Murder Island. And now we’re about to go to bed to do more lolling about until the morning. Eeeeh… it’s hard life , isn’t it, eh?

On the COVID front, we are still registering lots and lots of people infected with the virus – today it was 40,954; and lots and lots of deaths: 263 in the community. In hospitals, there 66 deaths in the previous 48 hours.

We only get one chance at life, and I am so very angry that the government don’t see fit to at least tell everyone to mask up. It’s criminal negligence in my opinion, to allow more and more people to become infected and die.

We now know that the virus can affect cognitive function, other key organs and be life-changing. For our children’s children, at the very least, this is for me unacceptable, knowing that you might be setting them up for a poorer life ahead.

But I don’t know how to do anything about it. Grrr…..impotence is such a horrible feeling, isn’t it?

In the meantime, folks, it’s best foot forward and keep smiling. Take care everyone. God bless,

Oh – I nearly forgot – Susie Dent’s words of the day are ‘unanimous’, united in agreement, from the Latin for ‘one mind’; and ‘unasinous’, united in stupidity, from the Latin for ‘one ass’.