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I'd wanted to send a letter; but the printer had been telling me it needed a blue, badly.
Considering my travelling days are few and far between nowadays, the journey for ink didn't happen for awhile.
When I did travel, it was by train – the first time on the train in months. And, although blustery it had been a good travelling day. The shop had changed ownership and as I had learned, many of the stock that had been, had now changed. Yet as it transpires, on the inks I'd been able to get hold of, one had been a red.
Once home I looked at what there was and checked out the heads on the machine: and, it had looked like the read was gone and not the blue after all. Well Dad had cleaned the heads for me and it turns out all the inks were being read as working as working and had.
Then as the weather had turned blustery and my nights became even more than they normally are, I'd woken Monday morning, yawned and then, my tooth had fallen out – the one to the left of the two on the front.
Hours later, after making an emergency appointment I had looked round my room for my going out stuff – discovering my wallet was missing.
Of course, I found it eventually, but not until I'd sent my heartbeat racing, for a good hour or so. Funnily enough when it turned up, it had been in the back pocket of my trousers, hanging up on the hook on my bedroom door.
And, I still hesitate writing about the events of Wednesday evening, yet I know that something was to be done. And, I will... Yet even as I plan, I do have to find words to explain it, if only to myself. Yet, those words had been eluding me...
Then I'd been speaking to Dad at the weekend, after talking to Mike on the Thursday evening and he'd been able to reiterate Mike advice, thus helping me put my own thoughts in order somewhat.
In essence, what had happened on the Wednesday prior had been that I'd gone to a bar I'd recalled from my voluntary work in Liverpool, early evening. I'd asked for my whiskey, a malt as it's one of the few drinks I can have, as most have wheat in them somehow. The aged blonde barmaid had turned from the optics, then begun to verbally abuse me, in regards to the way I dress. Needless to say, it hadn't pleased me, at all.
Yet, other than write of it as I have, I've chosen not to do more, 'coz if she's liable to do as she did with me, I figure one day, she'll do it with the wrong person. That though does please me...
And then 'the other evening', I'd been listening to one Doctor Who audio short after another, then finally decided soup was needed.
In the kitchen I'd turned on the radio, as I turned to kettle on, to hear The Carpenters and 'Calling Interplanetary Craft' and I'd smiled, thinking back to the audio tapes, I'd been listening to earlier.
Then 'the other day', I'd gone to the chemists to pick up some medicines, calling in at the post office on the way. As one is next to the other, what had happened had affected one and the other – that is, 'in a fashion'.
I'd waited for my Radio Times, that's held for me, noting the manager say to his staff Grace, “There's a spider by your leg – perhaps the biggest I've ever seen.”
Well, both Grace and him had seemed freaked by it and he had turned to me with a raised eyebrow, “Neil, do you think...”
So I'd gone through the hatch in the counter, to locate the spider. And in truth, it had been one of the biggest spiders I'd ever seen in the UK – small for Oz, yet large for us.
I'd reached for Grace's mug and asked, “Can I empty it?”
She'd been wary and hesitated with a response, until I'd explained that there was nothing else to use.
So, I'd emptied the remains of Graces drink into the waste-bin, cupped the spider with the mug and slipped a card beneath. Then I'd carefully carried the cupped spider outside and cast it to the road.
On my return to the post office, Grace had told me that she'd bleach the mug when I'd returned it to her, prior to going to the chemist.
Then in the chemists, I'd told Spanish Sarah the story as she had served me. And, she had told me that Pauline, one of the assistants, would have thrown her mug away. I'd have made a coffee innit.
On the Thursday Mike had called round to watch 'Predators' with me, even though he'd been short of petrol money; knowing I'd be fearful of the dentists and an extraction on the Friday.
Whilst I'd been making the coffee he'd noted, “There's something different about you of late. It's almost as though you're living day-to-day.”
And, he's right, In fact this pragmatic outlook had come to the fore, shortly after he'd gone: the back of the front tooth came off, situated next to the root to be extracted. So, I'd stuck my ear-pieces in and listened to Doctor Who audio into the early hours, as Dad slept – 'twas much needed.
The Friday had brought forth my fears made manifest, as I'd made my way to the dentist, or so I had thought. Yet as it had transpired, the injections for the work done had been painless. He had talked me through the work, as he had done as he'd done; which is something I've grown to like in him.
He'd first filled in the back of the front left tooth, then removed the 'offending' root, without cracking it, as many have doe before him, with previous extractions. Then, once the 'space' had been free, the plate with the 'replacement' had been fitted. All-in-all, I'd left feeling enamoured with the dentists skill and, I'd been enthusiastic with my praise.
Then on the Saturday I'd woken up I'd been more than a tad concerned to note the left side of my face had the look of a Hamster after a meal and, it's just filled one side pouch. In other words it had been swollen to a poor reaction to the anaesthetic. Thankfully by Monday it'd receded quite a lot and, eventually I might just get used to the plate – it's not too bad.
And, I went Doctor Who Audio hunting in L'Pool, at Forbidden Planet this time. An I'd noticed a very distinctive head of hair [akin to Brian May, or Sideshow Bob.] It'd been Pete. So needless to say, it'd been with pleasure I'd said “Do you want a lift home in my taxi?”
As it happens, a drink at The Swinging Arms had got in the way, ending a good day...