I've been to the dentist today. I don't like going to the dentist at the best of times but when I went for my check up last time, something showed up on the xray that needed attention. To say I was apprehensive is an understatement, this is a new dentist (my previous one has been struck off for 9 months as he was found guilty of malpractice but that is another story) so he was an unknown quantity. He was very kind, and very sympathetic to me owning up to my fear, but work needed doing and no amount of pathetic sad eyed looks and trembling lips was going to stop him revving up the drill, blinding me with that overhead light and rolling up his sleeves to get stuck in. I heard the snap of the latex gloves as he prepared the tray of tortureimplements dental equipment. Half a terrifying hour later and I was back in the car, with the left side of my face numb and a look of startled terrror still in my eyes.
Then I went into town to pick up my new glasses. I am now so incredibly old that I need varifocals - oh the shame. I had been forever putting my glasses on and off in shops that I had to admit defeat and get some new lenses. I don't need to wear them all the time but I feel like I'm heading in that direction. These are taking a little bit of getting used to and I am spending much time doing sweeping glances to find the right focal spot for whatever I am doing.
Having picked up the new glasses, I headed off to the local electrical shop as the microwave gave one last gasp and died last night. To be honest, in microwave years it's probably as old as me so we have had our monies worth out of it. So I'm in the shop, face numb (probably dribbling), trying to adjust my new glasses so I could see the 'chip and pin' machine to pay for it, what a state.
So to get myself into a more serene state of mind, let me share a few pictures of the stained glass windows in Cologne cathedral with you -