It has been a difficult sort of day. It has been wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong.
It is our wedding anniversary. This was not difficult. I would like to say it was nice, but in fact it has been almost exactly like every other sort of day except for everything happening in the wrong order.
We did not know it was our wedding anniversary until we got up to find an e-card on the computer from my parents. After that we did some sums, thought about daffodils and birds nesting and lambs, and realised that yes, it was indeed our wedding anniversary, and we have been married for a long time.
After that Mark went to work and I rushed about emptying the dogs at high speed and took Oliver to the orthodontist.
Actually Lucy and I took Oliver to the orthodontist, because of being moral support, and we all trooped in together so that he had an admiring audience whilst he lay back anxiously in the chair.
He had his brace fitted.
Lucy was disappointed to note that there was no blood and the dentist did not need to kneel on his chest or anything.
I do not know that I approve of braces. They are cosmetic surgery and I think that on the whole faces are perfectly all right the way that they are, but Oliver wanted one because of being of the age where it is not all right just to have any old face, it has got to be the sort with straight teeth. Hence this morning we all went to applaud the nice dentist whilst he painstakingly glued lots of wires into Oliver’s mouth.
One of them has come off already so we are going to have to go back tomorrow. This will be a nuisance and another £2.50 in the car park.
We investigated Blackpool on Lucy’s telephone whilst Oliver lay in the dentist’s chair and read the results out to him. We will not be going to Blackpool because it is shut, that is to say, everything thrilling is shut, which will mean that all of the doughnut shops will be shut, and also the weather forecast says snow. This has happened already, and it is snowing as I write these very words.
We contemplated going to London to watch something at the theatre, because Mark’s credit card is blemish free at the moment, and it just seemed like a lovely thing to happen whilst we were all together, but after a little while reality intruded and we knew really that we couldn’t afford it.
Maybe if we win the lottery some time.
We had thought that we might go to Asda afterwards, but he was far too traumatised. Having a brace is not very nice. His face is aching so much that I have given him some drugs. They are awful things. I hope his future girlfriends appreciate the sacrifice.
Of course when I got back the whole day had happened in the wrong order. I had not washed the pots nor taken the dogs out on to the fells. The washing was still sitting in the machine, and I had a considerable amount of running about to do just to get my life into a sensible sort of order.
I managed to achieve some sort of order in the end, although I have still not hoovered. This is not quite as terrible as it was since the dogs are currently bald, and the carpets have stayed much cleaner.
I telephoned Mark and we decided that we ought to celebrate our wedding anniversary somehow. He is not installing rural broadband tomorrow, which was why we thought we might go to Blackpool, so perhaps we might go out to the Indian restaurant instead.
It will be just like Christmas.
