Good evening Kitchen ladies
Back from a lovely walk on the beach. Nothing like strolling with the warm evening sun on our shoulders and watching the dogs scooting along trying not to get their paws wet.
The house roofs were glowing terracotta and golden in the setting sun as we walked back to the car and we were treated to our usual Flamingos posing on the edge of the water as we drove home. It's really hard to hear about central heating and heavier duvets and rain. Hope for all that the mellow fruitfulness returns before Autumn departs. Far too soon for winter, anywhere.
I'm always pleased to hear about the ceremonial lighting of the Aga, though. Makes such a difference to the atmosphere in the Kitchen - any kitchen.
I quite like meat, dusty, but really don't eat it very often. I suppose I feel that it takes such a long time to digest and, however delicious the taste, it certainly lets most of us know if we've over-indulged. Other foods, not so much!
This morning we drove one hour to our new and marvellous lady dentist. Unfortunately she has been taken ill and must be off work for a 'good while'. Oh dear. So, because DH has a small hole in a filling (he says), we had an appointment with her replacement. I totally understand that our dentist would be very unlikely to find someone just like her and a totally competent crowd-pleaser in an emergency situation, but really. Peeps, you should have been there!
We arrived, surgery is empty. Walk in, sit down masked and sanitised. Some noises off, we wait. Almost 15 minutes later a small and harassed-looking dental assistant walks out of another dentist's treatment room (nobody these days seems to work a full week!). Door is left open, she mutters something from behind a mask to the effect sorry for the delay. We see what she has left behind in treatment room which appears to be the unpacking of some equipment. There is paper and bubble wrap and plastic all over the floor and rather looks as if a fight has just taken place. We continue to wait. Eventually every door in the place is left open. She then calls us - or rather DH - into our own dentist's room. Ye Gods, she's the dentist!
She asks me if I have the next appointment. Seriously? She should know if and when there are further appointments. There is no sign of anyone else in the surgery, no staff, nobody.
I say that we are together (thinking does she think that I am a stranger who has decided to follow some man into the treatment room?). I explain (in case she is making some sort of point) that I always sit in when my DH is having treatment because I don't want to take up valuable space in the waiting room, our dentist always asks me in so that I don't have to die in the heat of the car! Oh, she says.
There is - in a beautiful room normally occupied by our gentle, calm, dentist who plays music and moves so quietly that even I don't get stressed - an empty coffee cup on the desk, an overflowing waste bin, a general air of untidiness and she obviously has not learned where everything is since she is moving around the room like a grasshopper.
I wait to watch her put on some gloves. She has no conversation, and although my DH explains twice that he has concerns about an old filling (which has happened since he completed his recent course of treatment) she prefers to examine another tooth on the other side of his mouth. He says, wrong side and there is a hole. She says not a hole - or, well, a very small one! The telephone is ringing and she is distracted. I make a very big thumbs down sign to my DH. She takes an x-ray, with some difficulty and his assistance and he says that he is feeling dizzy and needs to sit up. She makes no comment but he says he'll make another appointment when he is feeling better.
She shows no concern at all - whether he needs some water, needs to sit upright for a while, or whatever. We pay for the X ray, she says she'll send him another appointment and we leave.
Wonderful acting, I say. His response, well it had no effect on her at all, but I'm definitely not being treated by someone who has no interpersonal skills whatsoever and who doesn't speak or discuss or inform. We'll go somewhere else if necessary.
So that's what we will do - until our wonderful dentist is back to good health.
It was quite surreal, but we sat in the shade with some restorative coffee, listened to the birds and put it all down to life experience! Onwards and upwards we go.
Hugs and every good wish to you all. Have a peaceful evening all you kindly souls, and a good rest because I'm sure you've all earned it.
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