This morning would be better if

I did not need to go to the dentist. This involves a train journey but not a train journey at a civilised hour. UPDATE - the dentist is unwell. I am sorry for her but not for me. I get to stay home instead of going out in the rain!

I do not like sharing trains with the commuter traffic. There are some small advantages in working from home and one of them is not having to do this. I have to ride my tricycle to the railway station - about a kilometre from here - and then hoist it on to the train. (If I am fortunate some kind person will help.) Then there is the journey into the city and another ride to the bicycle rack almost outside the door of the building the dental clinic is in. So far I have always found a vacant spot at the rack. They do not like people to lock their pedals to anything else in that part of the city. Then it is in the lift to level seven, wait, see Sue (the dentist) and hope she does not find too much that needs to be done. There are seven or eight dentists in the practice. It is part of our health fund or I would find something much closer to home. The same goes for our doctor although the medical clinic is a mere three kilometres away - nevertheless a distance if you are feeling ill.

I will do the journey in reverse when I leave but the train will probably be almost empty. It frequently is mid morning. I can take a book with me - essential reading so that I do not feel I am 'wasting' time.

The dental practice insists that we need to be seen at much too regular intervals for my liking. There was a time when we went once a year. As we have the extra cover the cost is reasonable and I know I cannot object to that. Sue is nice person, in another life we might even be friends. But, somehow, there is something about going to the dentist....