I was up just before seven. It was dry, but light rain was forecast. I grabbed a coffee and read the overnight news. di wandered down and completed her occasional blood test while I went up to wash and dress.
We walked around to Zoe's and collected Ellie for the walk to school. Dropping her off in class, we both headed home for breakfast. What? No walk, you exclaim! No, I had an appointment with the dental hygienist this morning, and there wasn't time to include a walk in the schedule.
Once back from school, we had breakfast, and I prepared for my trip to Chichester. I took the bus and then waited until the hygienist was ready. With trepidation, I entered her lair. That was when the "treatment" started. (She referred to it as treatment; I would re-categorise it as sadism or torture.) As I left, there was a queue of prisoners who had just been brought from a black site or Guantanamo Bay to wait for her ministrations.
Once the bus had delivered me back home, I spent some quality time with the accounts before getting on with some research. This continued into the afternoon. We went to collect Ellie from school and take her to Chichester for her weekly appointment. Traffic was remarkably light this afternoon, so we had no delays.
After dropping Eliie back, we returned home, where Di did some work on her latest sewing project while I prepared dinner for us both.
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