and it seems as if I was just there recently. I detest going to the dentist. To make matters worse it is (a) raining - although we need that so I will put up with getting wet - and (b) the first day back at school after the Easter break - that means a lot more traffic on the roads.
The dentist insists on seeing me at regular intervals - fair enough - but do other people actually go through this torture as well?
The dentist, her name is Sue, is a nice person. We actually get on quite well together. In another life, another existence, we might be quite friendly. In the life of my teeth however...
This is - supposedly - a check up. She will find something to do. I will be relieved I have dental cover.
After that there is a little list of things to do, go to the bank, go to the post office, pay a bill, visit the old-fashioned 'health food' shop (where things still come in bins and tubs) and talk to someone in the ticket office at the main railway station.
I have lunch part prepared and I have packed essential reading in my rucksack so I will not 'waste time'. Now what else do I need to do? Yes, yes I do understand that none of this is actually 'work'. I was up at 5am to do some 'real' work.