Well, the First Communions were beautiful on Sunday, and I needn’t have worried about the little boy as he was fine. He looked really worried, but that’s him anyway.

But yesterday - by golly. (Heard that expression on the radio the other day!) John had a 2 hour dentist appointment in Hull for preparing his mouth for three tooth implants. It started ok, except that I got up too late for a second cuppa and felt really parched, so first stop after dropping John off was a pot of tea in Debenhams. That was good, and I was pleased with the top I bought. I was also pleased that when I popped in to Boots on the offchance, my two new spectacles were ready.

BUT….. (I need to back track here) …..  John had said not to bother picking up his glasses if they were ready. Well, I thought he said that. Thought he wanted them fitted. I was just waiting for my fitting when he rang to say that he had finished at the dentist. I put the phone down, then decided to ask him was he sure he didn’t want his glasses picked up, but when I rang he had turned off his mobile. HE IS ALWAYS DOING THIS AND I CANNOT UNDERSTAND WHY. I was really annoyed, and went storming back to the dentists without his spectacles. By the time I got there I decided it wasn’t the time to be annoyed as he had had major tooth stuff done (dentist gowned up and everything) so I ‘made myself’ calm down. And poor old John was quite upset. The dentist had been able to prepare one ‘gap’ but the bone was too soft for the other gap and now he has to have a bone (articifial bone) transplant and can’t have his implants for another nine months.

In the car we had words about the mobile off thing, and John said that he had said to pick up his glasses, he wouldn’t bother having them fitted. We are both getting so deaf. That’s not what I heard him say!

Then, on the way home a stone from a lorry hit the windscreen and we got the usual crack. But before long it developed in to a long crack from top to bottom of the screen.

John had been given a prescription for two antibiotics, so we drove past Newport to next village where there is a Boots. They didn’t have the second prescription, and it wouldn’t be in until Tuesday. The pharmacist rang the next two nearest Boots, but they didn’t have it either. So we drove in to Goole, and tried two chemists there. No joy. There were another two chemists in Goole apparently, but we gave up, and decided to order from the original chemist. So back to Giberdyke and home.

We were both knackered, and John’s mouth was beginning to hurt. We actually went to bed and slept for a while. Partly it was the clammy weather, and suddenly the heavens opened. And I still haven’t cut the bloody grass.

I should have gone to Filey (coast) for Viewfinders, but the window screen was damaged, the light was crap, and I had no energy, so stayed at home.

Today, I’m picking up John’s remaining prescription once I’m dressed, and doing the housework, which I normally do on Mondays. Hope today’s better than yesterday. Poor old John has a swollen mouth, and says it feels bruised. When he’s feeling better I’ll try to get him to explain, once and for all, why he keeps turning his mobile off unless he wants to do the communicating. (or maybe I’ll wait until he’s really feeling better