Sodding toothache Sunday.
OUCH.
That bloody hurt.
I had hoped to ride out the pain of the past few days. Two cups of tea into the morning and I was f-ing swearing like a bloody trooper.
But not down the phone to the rather lovely NHS 111 lady.
She tried to locate an emergency dentist for me on a Sunday morning.
Sydenham was given as the nearest location.
BALLS to that.
I turned down the offer from the lovely NHS 111 lady and legged it over to Lidl instead.
Two packs of budget German Ibuprofen and Paracetamol later and I came up smiling.
ALRIGHT, world.
Where’s that bloody lido?
I cycled on to Lake Brockwell. It was another beautiful Brockwell blue morning.
A water temperature of below ten degrees gave me a little trepidation - not so much for my body mass but for my teeth.
Any fear of the tepid water was transferred to thinking about the effect on my teeth.
I needn’t have worried. I got my head down and put in the lengths.
I then left the water and…
OUCH you f-ing c****!
The warmer air temperature triggered off a BASTARD in the back of my gums.
I sulked in the showers.
It would have been all too easy to make a duvet day of it with the budget German drugs.
But I am no defeatist.
A quick clear up of the South Lambeth Road Garden, a cleaning of the bicycle and attending to our wormery.
Job’s a good ‘un.
I skipped luncheon, and then out went the shout of
To the Euston Road!
Blimey.
I crossed the water at Waterloo, and then snaked around Holborn up towards North London.
The Wellcome Collection was on the agenda.
I have been meaning to catch the Can Design Save your Life exhibition for some time.
The no photos policy was a little disappointing. The content was ACE.
I particularly enjoyed the social history of condom packets.
One corner of the exhibition had some crossover with Anna’s odd work.
I didn’t hang around in the displays that showed how design can transfer pain transferal for patients.
Ouch, OUCH etc.
I cycled back down to Sunny Stockwell, if not grinning, then smiling in the knowledge that I hadn’t wasted my day.
Waterloo Bridge added to the amusement.
Some roadworks have led to signs saying:
Cyclist Use Middle Lane
…from north to south.
A single lane exists in both directions. Cyclists are encouraged to hog the lane to avoid cars from trying to overtake you.
It would have been rude to ignore the request.
Chapeau!
A little housework was completed back in the flat.
I then knocked out Town Hall Tapes with Disco Darryl.
Plus some FaceTime with Anna - anything to take my mind off my bloody toothache.
I even picked up a late, late work shift to keep me occupied.
It’s the same again for tomorrow. I doubt that I will be able to see my Estuary Wilds dentist until Tuesday now.
****.