At last I summoned the resolve to visit the dentist; a loose molar had begun to ache. I learnt to avoid the dentist after several encounters involving bridgework and crowns, in which the idea seemed to be to keep the patient in the dark as to the outcome and the amount of pain to anticipate - "Oh, that was just the worst case scenario!" one breezily informed me after a simple filling sorted out what he had described as requiring root canal work.
My strategy has been not to look for trouble, and I can't help thinking it has saved me not only pain but money over the last ten years. Still, I find myself going up the steps for the check-up, only to find myself greeted by a recent ex-student, who is to be the dental nurse in attendance. She is a strapping girl with a confident personality, but it must have been odd for her too. The dentist was quick off the mark and we moved straight to the extraction, after three injections. Poor old tooth was very loose and took seconds to dispatch.
A little tour of the shops was in order, I felt and, as sometimes happens, I felt something call my name in the first charity shop I entered. This lovely tablecloth has a few small loose sections, but is otherwise unstained. It looks a treat on our front room table.
Sunday, October 04, 2009
Barbara Walker's "Treasury" is a fantastic resource, not only for the stitch patterns but for the historical notes.
This is a pair of uneven cables, which she decribes as a kind of ancestral cable, in which two stitches are crossed behind four each time, giving a smoother, more stream-lined effect. In the centre, Jacob's Ladder, again a traditional element.
Today, I gathered what must surely be the last of the blackberries and a clutch of apples from the hedge. Carrying those and the handful of taters we had unearthed while digging over the potato patch, we enjoyed the rare October sunshine.